<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:15:11.765-05:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S9aLJzkZeYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XYaXPsW09EY/s200/0250939-R1-028-12A.jpg'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f-f6g4cHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pBN0OeszYFI/s200/week+36+3.jpg'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccuhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccu7uwiMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/AOw1od6RNlQ/s200/IMG_2303.JPG7uwiMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/AOw1od6RNlQ/s200/IMG_2303.JPG'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMIqEGlmeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bitC7vB9EBA/s200/IMG_0674.JPG'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S-wGjLXkSjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/i3GJiwM9cUw/s200/IMG_1938.JPG'/><category term='W'/><category term='http:/http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPiSN_4wOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S0zctpfAcmo/s200/IMG_0747.JPG/2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPiSN_4wOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S0zctpfAcmo/s200/IMG_0747.JPG'/><title type='text'>3Ds in the BIG D</title><subtitle type='html'>Texas tales of Steve, April and Lowery</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6025880297316231836</id><published>2010-09-16T10:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:52:06.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsmarted</title><content type='html'>Scene between Lowery and I at the grocery store checkout stand yesterday:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, can I get some gum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, we have some at home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whiny voice: &lt;/i&gt;"But I want my special privilege at school tomorrow to be to chew my own gum."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "That's great, and we have a whole pack of cinnamon gum at home you can take."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tears start: &lt;/i&gt;"No, you don't understand, Mom.  It has to be my OWN gum.  If you read the directions in the packet is says to bring your OWN gum."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know, honey - and you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; going to bring your own gum, the cinnamon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's the &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt; gum.  I don't want to take the family gum, it says to bring your own gum. It has to be my very own."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, then.  For it to be your own gum it means you have to pay for it yourself."  &lt;i&gt;Yeah, I've got her now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tears stop, immediate smile pasted on.&lt;/i&gt;  "Well actually my quarter pouch is in the diaper bag and I have plenty to pay for it.  So it WILL be my own gum."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stride Mystery Gum it is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6025880297316231836?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6025880297316231836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/outsmarted.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6025880297316231836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6025880297316231836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/outsmarted.html' title='Outsmarted'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6975532070758035776</id><published>2010-09-14T12:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:09:58.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0QcMWrJq5csnRQ"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fshare%2Fexternal_slideshow_config%3Fsid%3D0QcMWrJq5csnRQ" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#869ca7" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0QcMWrJq5csnRQ&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=pictures&amp;amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One year ago this week, Charlotte began her journey into our lives.  Of course we wouldn't find out of her impending arrival until the first of October, but this is indeed the week that her little life began.  She has such an amazing story, one where God clearly directed every detail of her arrival.  Don't you love that?  Here is her story.  It's a little lengthy, but I want to include every detail for my own records.  I don't want to leave a single thing out, so apologies in advance for the novel!  I've always used too many words in both talking and writing so you guys shouldn't be surprised...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In February of 2009, Steve and I had our dream life in tact.  We were finally becoming members of the community in Springdale.  And honestly for the first time in my whole life someplace other than El Dorado was beginning to feel like home.  We had purchased our dream house just a couple of months before, we were so involved and loving our church family, and Lowery was settled in a pre-K program in school and doing beautifully.  And since we were so settled, we were even ready to think about having another child. We had fought hard to finally gain that sense of "home" that had eluded us all of our married life.  Since we both grew up in small towns and never even had lived in more than one house until college, this was quite an accomplishment for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember vividly the morning that Steve called me to tell me to meet him at Starbucks - that we had something important to discuss.  Over coffee he shared with me the Dallas opportunity that his company had presented to him.  I remember most him saying, "Of course I am thinking that it's not something we're interested him - I know we both really love where we are right now."  And then what happened next shocked even me, I uttered the words, "Not necessarily..."  You see a few weeks before I had started the Beth Moore "Esther" study with women from our church.  And I knew that God had been working on me, preparing me for something.  And although my mind was spinning with many thoughts - mainly, "this is not the time, this can't be right," the Holy Spirit was louder and saying, "YES, it is."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We discussed in length over the next few weeks the possibility of the move, and there seemed to be more questions than answers.  The home we had purchased had seemed, at the time, like a miracle and gift from God.  So why would we have to leave it?  And we were finally really involved in a local church, ministering to others and being ministered to.  So why would He remove us?  Lowery was comfortable and had a wonderful group of friends around her.  So why would he take her away from that?  And another baby - we had waited 5 long years thinking of another one, and now we would have to wait longer?  At the time, it seemed as if nothing made sense.  Even working the details of the move was very complicated, but Steve and I both felt the entire time that it was what we were supposed to do.  We just vowed to put one foot in front of the other, take one step at a time and see where we ended up.  And in fact we ended up in Plano, Texas, a few months later.  Far away from our "dream life."  I knew in my heart that it's where God wanted us.  But, as often is the case when we are on the verge of fulfilling a plan God has for us, Satan decided to step in and see if we were truly up to the task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our 2nd day in our new house Lowery severely fractured two bones in her lower arm.  We knew no one here in Plano with kids, so our busy days in Springdale of play dates, activities and fun came to a screeching halt.  With a 5 year old in a cast almost to her shoulder which extremely limited her activities, the days were long.  And I was still having side effects of a virus I had the fall before - dizziness and fatigue were now part of everyday life for me. I became obsessed that something was seriously wrong with my health.  I felt guilty because we had taken Lowery away from her friends, her life.  Suddenly the faith and willingness I had to make the move to Dallas, to listen to and follow God's plan diminished.  The devil knew where I was the most vulnerable and he struck hard - zeroing in on my my worst fears, the loss of our happiness and health.  Over those summer months, anxiety and fear set in.  I doubted God's plan and all in all felt lost.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sensing that things were spinning out of control, I felt it was a crucial turning point for me. Would I persevere through to see what God had in store?  One thing I did know was that I was too weak to take the battle on myself.  And since I didn't know anyone in Texas, it was time for Mom to come to the rescue.  She arrived in late August, the week before Lowery began school, and vowed to get me "straightened out."  She took me to multiple doctors to prove to me that there should be no true concern for my health.  She helped me find a Christian counselor and address my anxiety. Mom was there to pray with me, surround me with verses for encouragement.  I spent many nights in fear and in an all out struggle.  Many cries for help went out to God.  I needed to know that this was still the plan, that even throughout these battles we were still on track.  That week I turned the corner, and it would prove to be a very important step in getting our little girl here (yes, in case you thought I had forgotten this story IS about Charlotte).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those couple of weeks in late August were pivotal for many reasons.  First and most importantly, I reestablished my trust in God and my dedication to His plan for us in Texas.  One very important aspect of this was the addressing of my health.  Why?  Because with fears about my health came doubts about getting pregnant.  I needed to be convinced that I was okay before I set out the mission to have another baby.  Second in importance was the day we walked through the doors of Prestonwood Christian Academy for Lowery's first day of school.  PCA would be the conduit for many divine appointments needed to fulfill His plan.  Her kindergarten class, teachers and students, were all specifically chosen by God.  Why?  Because students have parents, and the people I met through her class would be my new encouragers and partners in this new chapter of my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the end of August, I was feeling stronger and felt as if I needed to take a bold step to show my faith rededication.  Steve and I discussed it and decided that it was time to explore getting pregnant.  But what doctors would help me here?  I failed to mention above that I had already experienced my first divine appointment with my new internist in the area.  With my Mom's nursing expertise and guidance, we finally decided on a group of physicians in Plano that would be good for internal medicine.  From there, I literally looked on the internet and read their bios/looked at their pictures.  Out of the many, many doctors available, I landed on what I considered to be a kind-looking man who had relocated to Dallas from Shreveport.  I mainly went by his picture!  When I met with him that first appointment, we found out he was from a small community close to my hometown of El Dorado and we had a close family friend in common.  He was so reassuring, nice and kind and our common link confirmed that this was just who God had chosen for my physician.  Now it was time for an ob/gyn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had met my now dear friend Julie at Lowery's kindergarten Build-A-Bear field trip the first weeks of school, her daughter Lilly was in Lowery's class.  She is the very face of kindness and I don't know what I'd done without this angel God sent to me!  Bless her heart, I know I bugged her to death when I first met her because she became my "go to" resource.  I asked her at least once a day for referrals on everything from dentists to vets to hair stylists - and doctors.  When I asked her about an ob/gyn, she told me about her beloved ob that had delivered all three of her children.  She insisted he was the best around.  I also found out that a family friend was now a doctor in Plano, and asked him for a recommendation for an ob/gyn.  And, as you might could have guessed, both referrals were for the same doctor.  I made an initial appointment with the ob/gyn on September 3rd, 2009 for a yearly checkup and to talk about getting pregnant.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left the doctor's office elated on the 3rd.  He said that he had every confidence that I could have a successful pregnancy and that we could more than likely avoid the problems I experienced with Lowery.  I immediately loved him and felt comfortable with him.  God had now given me the two doctors he knew would help our dream of having another child become a reality.  Each one specifically chosen for my situation.  I had the go ahead from all doctors and it was time.  In the 5 years since Lowery's birth, I had only mustered enough courage once to try pregnancy again and suffered a miscarriage at 11 weeks.  But now it was time fora leap of faith once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Steve and I decided to begin immediately trying to get pregnant. I prayed for God's timing on everything - and he didn't make me wait long.   The two pink lines appeared on the home pregnancy test on Monday, October 5th.  I was in disbelief for a week or so that it happened so quick and that it was even happening at all.  We had waited so long - would this finally be the time for us to have another baby??  Every Mom knows those first twelve weeks are rough, especially if you've suffered a miscarriage before.  Even though I had fought through fear and anxiety issues, I found myself holding my breath every doctor's appointment to make sure things were okay.  It was so hard to fight off the insecurity.  So many things had gone wrong with Lowery.  Would my health fail again?  Would the baby be born premature?  Would I experience bed rest for months?  Would this baby be unhealthy because of my hypertension medications?  This baby will be born a TEXAN?? But many of you know God is a loving God.  And even in our doubt, he reaches down to us to let us know he's in control.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last weekend in October, we decided to travel to El Dorado to see my family.  We told my Mom and Dad about the baby, but no one else.  Lowery did not even know until many weeks later.  That Sunday, November 1st, we attended my Mom and Dad's church.  Their Pastor, Al Womack, stood on the platform that morning and began the service with a baby dedication.  During the dedication, he asked the infant's Mother to share her testimony.  She had found out during pregnancy that she had a heart condition and there were concerns for her baby's health.  At the end of her story, Pastor Al paused for a moment and then said, "There's someone here today that needs to know that, although you may have a chronic health condition, God will protect your baby and your pregnancy."  Steve and I gripped each others hands immediately and knew the message was of course for us. God had given me His WORD that this baby was in his hands.  He didn't have to reassure me, He didn't have to accept my lack of faith - but He is compassionate and knew I needed encouragement.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From that point on in my pregnancy, I felt complete peace.  On November 19th, we saw her tiny little heartbeat for the first time.  And from the first heartbeat to delivery my pregnancy did not experience one single complication.  I saw a doctor every week and had at least 15 ultrasounds.  I visited a maternal-fetal specialist and at every appointment the result was the same:  both the baby and I were completely healthy.  God even aided in finding the correct medicine to address my hypertension during the pregnancy (the usual ones for whatever reason did not work on me).  My 2 doctors discussed and they decided on an old beta blocker, Pindolol, that was a category B pregnancy drug.  My ob doctor had never really used it before and not even the pharmacist knew what is was when he filled it - he had to special order it.  But it controlled my blood pressure perfectly throughout the pregnancy.  The risk of the medicine was for the baby, beta blockers cause infants to be severely under weight.  That is why I had frequent ultra sounds, to check the baby's growth.  But not only did my baby grow, I had to have a c-section because she was a whopping 9 pounds.  In fact, my ob's words were, "The opposite of what is supposed to happen with beta blocker medication has happened - you have a big, healthy baby."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now you can see the hand of God in many, many places.  God chose my doctors, Plano Presbyterian Hospital (5 minutes from our house by the way) and staff to bring Charlotte to us. He knew that the medical expertise here in Plano was just what we needed.  He knew that we would have to give up our "perfect life" we thought we had to give us our next miracle.  He chose the friends who referred me to physicians, the support of friends we would have when the baby was born and all aspects of our life here in Texas.  He even supernaturally gave me a word of encouragement to sustain me throughout the pregnancy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of you may think our move to Texas was about Steve's job.  But, as you can see, it was more about bringing Miss Charlotte into the world.  We learned that a house doesn't bring security.  Being in a good church helps, but ultimately does not bring security.  Living a COMFORTABLE life is not necessarily what He wants.  He called us to change and we followed.  And he blessed us beyond measure.  We now understand that we only go where God has us to go.  We only follow His plans, not our own.  If we are willing to sacrifice &lt;i&gt;earthly&lt;/i&gt; things we think are important, he will give us true &lt;i&gt;heavenly&lt;/i&gt; rewards.  Our reward was a little 9 pound bundle, who looks like her daddy, loves her big sister and is mommy's girl.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;width: 425px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;width: 425px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;width: 425px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;width: 425px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;width: 425px; margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6975532070758035776?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6975532070758035776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/charlotte-testimony.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6975532070758035776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6975532070758035776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/charlotte-testimony.html' title='Charlotte&amp;#39;s Testimony'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-7409411086113765008</id><published>2010-09-11T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:48:00.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charley Girl Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;object name="Slideshow" id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" align="middle" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fcmd.shutterfly.com%2Fcommands%2Fpictures%2Fgetshareoutslideshowconfig%3Fsite%3Daprilandstevedevorephotos%26page%3Daprilandstevedevorephotos%26node%3D354"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed id="Slideshow" width="425" height="425" name="Slideshow" align="middle" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configurl=http%3A%2F%2Fcmd.shutterfly.com%2Fcommands%2Fpictures%2Fgetshareoutslideshowconfig%3Fsite%3Daprilandstevedevorephotos%26page%3Daprilandstevedevorephotos%26node%3D354" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#869ca7" src="http://www.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshow/Slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aprilandstevedevorephotos.shutterfly.com/354?eid=115"&gt;Click here to view these pictures larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=pictures&amp;amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-7409411086113765008?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7409411086113765008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7409411086113765008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7409411086113765008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/girls.html' title='Charley Girl Pictures'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-4536928378604915971</id><published>2010-08-27T13:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:14:05.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa, That's Amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24ab8a9a1c7cf30e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24ab8a9a1c7cf30e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331047232%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BDC7559EDFAC2E6045322336EEB5CAAA373816.4BB37E3638FEBB69957390D069CACE002E47E0A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24ab8a9a1c7cf30e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTb82NplsJsFE9x9igh3V16RnzKg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24ab8a9a1c7cf30e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331047232%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BDC7559EDFAC2E6045322336EEB5CAAA373816.4BB37E3638FEBB69957390D069CACE002E47E0A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24ab8a9a1c7cf30e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTb82NplsJsFE9x9igh3V16RnzKg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A snipit of Lowery's "zoo tour".  Yes, she is controlling the camera.  Yes, the vase with sticks is her "animal." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-4536928378604915971?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4536928378604915971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/want-good-little-laugh-click-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4536928378604915971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4536928378604915971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/want-good-little-laugh-click-here.html' title='Whoa, That&apos;s Amazing...'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-7506780041106713149</id><published>2010-08-19T08:27:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:45:18.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccuhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccu7uwiMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/AOw1od6RNlQ/s200/IMG_2303.JPG7uwiMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/AOw1od6RNlQ/s200/IMG_2303.JPG'/><title type='text'>What did you do this summer?</title><content type='html'>Okay so the blog has definitely been abandoned as of late.   I have so much to catch up on, but still don't really have any time.  So here we go, the "executive summary" of summer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 14 - July 25: You all know this by now - section, baby, acid reflux, no sleep, plethora of breast problems, newborn life. But she's precious and my heart is full for both my girls.  Can you believe she's 10 weeks already??  Things are getting easier every day.  And I totally apologize for not having the 1 month, 2 month pictures.I really really meant to - somehow life got in the way.  Anyhow, here she is in her 2 1/2 month, boppy as a background glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THcfGiVaudI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2k4m1H6MM6g/s200/IMG_2311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509906866267404754" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THfrbB9k0cI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HGDjfqJBuPo/s200/IMG_2133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510131518726787522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 30:  Lowery's 6th birthday, rock star party, 10 girls with more glitter and hair spray than their own body weight.  But is was so fun and awesome entertainment to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccuE8RFDI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8A7S0MM0-GI/s200/IMG_2218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509904247037170738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 4 - August 15:  Vacation to Arkansas and then on to Florida at the beach for a week. Awesome condo, wonderful weather, family together with lots of fun - only one problem, still had that newborn, who produced major diaper blowouts in various places in the state of Mississippi (sorry, guests of Holiday Inn Express at Lucedale - you got quite the show when I had to shed my poop covered clothes in the back of the minivan).  I did get to eat at Captain Anderson's twice and had some great naps, but landed in the bottom of the cellar on the dominoes games (wait, did I say we visited the beach or a retirement home??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccunwd9KI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EDrzob6y0D0/s200/IMG_2272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509904256382923938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 16:  Meet the teacher and back to school day, realization that I now have a first grader with long legs and shorter "big girl" hair who was perplexed that I would even suggest she might be nervous about the 1st day.  Her teacher is AMAZING and we love PCA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THcgzAuEh6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/hrB5fqrr4nI/s1600/IMG_2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THcgzAuEh6I/AAAAAAAAAhM/hrB5fqrr4nI/s200/IMG_2291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509908729849743266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccu7uwiMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/AOw1od6RNlQ/s200/IMG_2303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509904261744462018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 18:  First day of 1st grade - Lowery did fantastic.  And speaking of shorter hair - I got mine chopped off.  You know, the standard "I just had a baby" short hair do.  We all do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccvbXf4qI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZMaJMCf7FcM/s200/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509904270236836514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After (not the greatest pictures of me but you get the idea):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccvV2O4WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/m5j1tHhhH-Y/s1600/photo-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THccvV2O4WI/AAAAAAAAAg8/m5j1tHhhH-Y/s200/photo-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509904268755132770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you have it...  Oh yeah, I did manage to change the blog title to 4 Ds in the Big D since the addition of baby.  Maybe at least getting the title updated will get me back on track.  Miss you all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-7506780041106713149?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7506780041106713149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-did-you-do-this-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7506780041106713149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7506780041106713149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-did-you-do-this-summer.html' title='What did you do this summer?'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/THcfGiVaudI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2k4m1H6MM6g/s72-c/IMG_2311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-8931343595241148069</id><published>2010-06-08T16:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:38:44.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dancing Hobbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63maOSYqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5VqiqtzAMMs/s1600/IMG_2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63maOSYqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5VqiqtzAMMs/s200/IMG_2002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480519667058631330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63lwCdv8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/smYfJymjQ2A/s1600/IMG_2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63lwCdv8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/smYfJymjQ2A/s200/IMG_2004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480519655734755266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63lXsyr7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6g9kYgn12qE/s1600/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63lXsyr7I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6g9kYgn12qE/s200/IMG_1998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480519649201401778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63k3oBUVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iMGF_47TR1I/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63k3oBUVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iMGF_47TR1I/s200/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480519640591454546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of year again, the lovely season of dance recitals.  I have to say each year the recitals are bittersweet.  I'm so excited to get my girl dressed up and all dolled up and watch her on stage.  Not AS excited after her 3 minute dance is over and we have to watch all of the other girls' dances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year, what a wonderful surprise.  This is not meant to brag - this studio was simply suggested to us when I met a few people last year after we moved here so we tried it.  And we totally lucked out. Based on her lessons and teachers,  I knew that the studio was good.  But I honestly had no idea until last night.  Everyone in my family agreed - all of us, including our parents - that the night was an absolute joy to watch.  We were beyond impressed.  The dances, talent everything was absolutely amazing, I was floored.  I'm so glad Lowery had a chance to take at this studio for the time we were here, it has been a great learning experience for her.  I can't wait to get the DVD to watch it all again - and not for comic relief, but to really watch the dances.  Anyway, after she missed last year's recital due to her broken arm days before, this year was worth the wait.  She had a blast and I was so impressed with her.  We had a lot of fun with her friends and watching all of the girls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is with all of her fellow Hobbit ballerinas, straight from the Shire.  I think they're beautiful and they did a spectacular job... Thanks KJ dance for a great year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-8931343595241148069?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8931343595241148069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dancing-hobbit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8931343595241148069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8931343595241148069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dancing-hobbit.html' title='My Dancing Hobbit'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TA63maOSYqI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5VqiqtzAMMs/s72-c/IMG_2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-3310839939681073611</id><published>2010-05-30T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:23:50.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ67QHHaXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Mqmg5svnObA/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ67QHHaXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Mqmg5svnObA/s200/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477075255191628146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ66pgaLGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/x7gKJirFwXw/s1600/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ66pgaLGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/x7gKJirFwXw/s200/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477075244828732514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ66EQEn4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/4S0787Vj_1c/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ66EQEn4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/4S0787Vj_1c/s200/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477075234828099458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ65nlMTpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/b8hW4v7CkzY/s1600/IMG_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ65nlMTpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/b8hW4v7CkzY/s200/IMG_1964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477075227132055186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe Lowery finished Kindergarten Friday and is now an official 1st grader.  It has been an exceptional year.  I cannot tell you how much we love Prestonwood, how much of a blessing it has been to Lowery, me and Steve.  People have been wonderful to reach out to us and we would be lost without the friends we've made there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Denise Thornton is the BEST teacher I could have ever hoped for.  Her manner with the kids, style of teaching and combination of love and discipline were perfect for Lowery.  I know God placed her in that class for a reason.  And Lori Collins, Mrs. Thornton's aide, formed a special bond with Lowery that I am so thankful for.  All of us Moms have commented over and over what a wonderful group of kids they were and what an amazing year it has been.  Thanks so much to her teachers and school for giving us an unbelievable kindergarten experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lowery received the "Diligence" and "Sweet as a Cupcake" awards.  I am very proud of her year and the little girl she's growing in to.  My favorite of her kindergarten accomplishments?  Her bible journal of all the verses she's studied and learned throughout the year, which she loves to look at and study in her room.  That's what PCA is all about and we are so thankful.  Can't wait for 1st grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-3310839939681073611?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3310839939681073611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-day-of-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3310839939681073611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3310839939681073611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-day-of-k.html' title='Last Day of K'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/TAJ67QHHaXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Mqmg5svnObA/s72-c/IMG_1968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-2367302386688739579</id><published>2010-05-28T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T08:17:48.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blog - For all updates on baby, go here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meetbabygirldevore.blogspot.com"&gt;http://meetbabygirldevore.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://meetbabygirldevore.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-2367302386688739579?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2367302386688739579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2367302386688739579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2367302386688739579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-blog.html' title='Baby Blog - For all updates on baby, go here!'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-4062983729054752356</id><published>2010-05-26T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:21:30.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See me on TV?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FmZ-DMdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xwe0slbcROI/s1600/rangers+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FmZ-DMdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xwe0slbcROI/s200/rangers+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475609248060879314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1Fl8yacNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2HnJpyQxsbM/s1600/rangers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1Fl8yacNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2HnJpyQxsbM/s200/rangers+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475609240227442898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FlWBgYQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pDoM5cPb0DA/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FlWBgYQI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pDoM5cPb0DA/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475609229821763842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FlAGr8NI/AAAAAAAAAZY/o963JjH3spQ/s1600/rangers+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FlAGr8NI/AAAAAAAAAZY/o963JjH3spQ/s200/rangers+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475609223937913042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FkTXrkrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nA62NSUgrBw/s1600/rangers+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FkTXrkrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nA62NSUgrBw/s200/rangers+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475609211929596594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, no one did!  Unfortunately I did not make it on the WGN broadcast of the Cubs/Rangers game this past weekend (I didn't make a poster, that was just a joke).  But I did gets lots of looks of disbelief and sympathy from just about everyone at the game - and the guys working in front of the first aid station jokingly said they had a bet that I would end up there by the 3rd inning.  It was SO hot and the sun was blazing.  I really can't believe I actually decided to go - it was pretty miserable but all in all worth it in the end.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lowery and I spent a lot of time out on the concourse where the breeze and shade were plentiful.  Our tickets were perfect and I got to see some of the game, but mostly preferred it where it was cooler.  I think we drank about $40 worth of bottled water, I guess a good investment to keep me hydrated.  It's amazing what attention a nine month pregnant stomach can get you on a hot day.  It seems like it was an open invitation to all sorts of people to sit beside us at the picnic tables and get all of the information on the pregnancy.  I didn't mind and Lowery of course loves talking to anyone and everyone (we did have one older man who, although nice, kind of over stayed his welcome - and caused Lowery to ask me why he was carrying around 3 cups of "iced tea" at one time.  Ha!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great day.  Lowery enjoyed rooting for the Rangers (vs. me and Steve rooting for the Cubs).  During the few hours we were there she racked up a pillow case (that day's game giveaway), two Rangers tattoos, a pink rangers hat, an Ian Kinsler jersey t-shirt, hot dog, a lemon chill cup, pink cotton candy and her portion of the bottled water spree.  Needless to say that sugar rush crashed and so did she about 2 minutes into the ride home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did manage to make it through the heat without passing out or going into labor, although I don't think I would repeat it if given the chance again. Next time we'll go for the night game tickets!  This time last year when we moved here it was well into June before we got much over 90 degrees and we were always bragging about how good the weather was going.  Of course now that I'm pregnant we're already in the 90's and to hit 95 this weekend.  Isn't that the way it goes?  Anyhow, there won't be any more take me out to the ballgame singing for me for a while... Now, Lowery?  She made me wash that bright red Rangers pillow case as soon as we got home and already has it front and center on her pink and brown polka dot bed.  I think she's ready to go back to a game anytime, cheer for Ian and get that sugar rush going again. So far she's turning out just like her mommy - I remember well all of the days when I was growing up, watching the Atlanta Braves with my Dad and becoming a baseball fan.  I think Steve is pretty happy she had a good time at the game, too :)  Speaking of, one final point.  Ever notice that when Dad goes shopping with the girls at the mall he says no to every justice shirt, purse or jewelry that the little girl asks for?  But take her to the ballgame and all of sudden money is no object and we end up with enough Rangers stuff to impress even Nolan Ryan... Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-4062983729054752356?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4062983729054752356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/see-me-on-tv.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4062983729054752356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4062983729054752356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/see-me-on-tv.html' title='See me on TV?'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_1FmZ-DMdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xwe0slbcROI/s72-c/rangers+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-8749156447447713227</id><published>2010-05-22T10:08:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:14:12.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f-f6g4cHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pBN0OeszYFI/s200/week+36+3.jpg'/><title type='text'>All in a Week as Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f7Xqf-sJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cHn6QOuggG4/s1600/IMG_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f7Xqf-sJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cHn6QOuggG4/s200/IMG_1948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474120256056111250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f7WpYzdeI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-3D7zcgJcEE/s200/IMG_1942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474120238577710562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday:  Precious little baby shower luncheon with some of my great friends here in the big D.  Thanks girls, I had a wonderful time!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:  50's Sock Hop Day at Lowery's School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f_Mj6zjgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wtsdAKF6EbI/s200/IMG_1953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474124463357529602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:  Whipped up a little chicken and spaghetti, salad, bread and fresh strawberry pie, my husband's favorite meal to welcome him back from a Chicago business trip - and for my parents who were in town.  Hips and back felt like I'd been in torture chamber all day so the only reason I mention the meal is to say that it's most likely my last big hurrah in the kitchen before baby arrives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:  Rescued baby bunny rabbit from drowning in the pool.  Dad fished it out with net, we dried it off, helped get him warm and out of shock and back to his Mommy.  So glad my Dad has been here the two times I've had to get "wild" animals out of the pool.  Is there anything more precious than a baby bunny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f9TdWgPGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PbQDNYAu_pg/s200/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474122382830484578" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f9StDan3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/_tXgJ3VOsW4/s200/IMG_1962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474122369865523058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:  The answer is yes, there is one thing I can think of that's cuter than a baby bunny - my sweet baby girl.  Here she is, only 2 - 3 weeks from delivery in all of her chubby-cheek, 7 pound-4 ounce glory.  My doctor's appointment confirmed she's doing great, I'm doing great, now we wait and see what happens in the next couple of weeks.  It is close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f-f6g4cHI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pBN0OeszYFI/s200/week+36+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474123696328700018" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f-ffTwqYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Z_okc_WF_Qw/s200/Week+36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474123689025907074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming up for the weekend?  I will attempt to attend a Texas Rangers-Chicago Cubs baseball game in Arlington.  Tune in to WGN Sunday afternoon to try and catch a glimpse of me.  I'll be the fat one holding up a poster that reads "I delayed labor to come watch the Cubs".  Surely that will get me on TV, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-8749156447447713227?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8749156447447713227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-in-week-as-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8749156447447713227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8749156447447713227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-in-week-as-mom.html' title='All in a Week as Mom'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S_f7Xqf-sJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cHn6QOuggG4/s72-c/IMG_1948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-4824276597990261462</id><published>2010-05-13T08:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:33:23.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S-wGjLXkSjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/i3GJiwM9cUw/s200/IMG_1938.JPG'/><title type='text'>Start Spreading the News...</title><content type='html'>To the tune of "New York, New York" - Everyone sing with these lyrics...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Start spreading the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;We're leaving today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;We want to be a part of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;First grade, first grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We're ready to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've worked very hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're gonna be a part of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First grade, first grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know our ABC's and 123's so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've worked on sounding out words and stories to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just ask us to rhyme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll say ten and pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've learned to share and get along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we've made it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll make it anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're on our way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First grade, first grade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S-wJDPqYY3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/SfyvKQlV37U/s1600/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S-wGjLXkSjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/i3GJiwM9cUw/s200/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470754848765135410" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S-wEH8NV2TI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bP3KE3_hdrk/s1600/IMG_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S-wEH8NV2TI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bP3KE3_hdrk/s200/IMG_1919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470752181815990578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So proud of Lowery and all of her classmates for the "Greatest Show on Earth" performance, where they proudly sang this little song (her class played circus animals, she was a dancing bear of course). The kindergarten classes did amazing and I haven't laughed that hard in a while.  We have had an amazing year at PCA, what a blessing this school has been. Only two weeks left before summer and then 1st grade??  Unbelievable.  Seeing the smile on her face with all of these great friends she's made makes me so thankful for this year.  We've made great memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-4824276597990261462?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4824276597990261462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/start-spreading-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4824276597990261462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4824276597990261462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/start-spreading-news.html' title='Start Spreading the News...'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S-wJDPqYY3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/SfyvKQlV37U/s72-c/IMG_1927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-914998771907913559</id><published>2010-05-09T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:35:23.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Name Crisis - Need Your Vote!</title><content type='html'>Steve has decided that he's not certain about the baby's name.  I have to admit that I have had trouble really settling into it as well, but since it was after my grandmother and family I was very reluctant to even mention anything.  I think it's the whole 2nd child thing, the name for your 1st fits so perfectly it's hard to imagine another one fitting just right.  Plus, Lowery's name is so unique and we just haven't found that other family name fit yet.  I am still pretty settled on Elle, but my husband has to be certain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So remember how I joked when I named her about him wanting to put a poll on Facebook?  Well, he did.  It's reality and I'm mortified.  Sign of the times, I guess, but I just cannot imagine us settling on our little girl's name based on facebook.  But I have to say I am curious to get everyone's vote.  So, if you want to see our top 4 names and have your say, go to facebook.com and make a comment on my status.  Or you can reply to this blog or send me an email.  Choices:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  Lily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  Olivia - "Liv"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-914998771907913559?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/914998771907913559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-name-crisis-need-your-vote.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/914998771907913559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/914998771907913559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-name-crisis-need-your-vote.html' title='Baby Name Crisis - Need Your Vote!'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-230075200459364390</id><published>2010-05-05T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:15:12.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>34 Week Update</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to believe that I have just a few weeks before Elle arrives.  Just a quick update for everyone on what we know so far about baby girl.  As of last week she weighs about 5 pounds, 4 ounces, and already has lots of hair (like her sister).  I was hoping to avoid a repeat of the Elvis pompadour that Lowery sported at birth, but looks like we might be in for round two.  Maybe it will be red - I don't know though, is a red mop better?  Probably not.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, she is completely healthy from what we can tell and doing great.  The most important thing is her size,  since being underweight is a possible side effect of my blood pressure and medicine.  She is just where she should be (maybe even a little ahead).  The only thing is that she's turned the wrong way - she's had her head down forever, but flipped last week while we were out to dinner, over a hamburger at Purple Cow to be exact.  The ultrasound last week did confirm that she was breach, but we have plenty of time to get that straightened out and going in the right direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so blessed and happy to see God's promise fulfilled in every aspect of this pregnancy.  At this 34 week mark with Lowery I was on bed rest, taking about 6 pills a day and already showing signs of kidney trouble.  As of now my blood pressure is still picture perfect, I haven't increased my medication once and everything is going well.  I will begin weekly appointments next week (hard to believe) and will have frequent tests to help us know exactly when the right time is for her debut.  I have hopes of making it to Lowery's dance recital on June 7th, so everyone say a prayer for her to arrive after that date.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then we have a pretty packed schedule so I am hoping the time will pass quickly.  I will keep the updates coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-230075200459364390?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/230075200459364390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/34-week-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/230075200459364390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/230075200459364390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/05/34-week-update.html' title='34 Week Update'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-9098956031936326054</id><published>2010-04-27T00:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:22:43.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S9aLJzkZeYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XYaXPsW09EY/s200/0250939-R1-028-12A.jpg'/><title type='text'>What will it be like?</title><content type='html'>Sisters.  A foreign concept to me, a bond I simply cannot comprehend.  Growing up and sharing your life, home and parents with another child - another equally foreign idea to me.  I have &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; idea what this is going to be like.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember distinctly a day about five years ago when I called to talk to one of my best friends and she was crying.  It was a few weeks before the birth of her second daughter and she was grieving the change about to happen for her first little girl.  At the time I had trouble understanding and it always stuck with me.  Now that time for me is here and I understand it perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lowery cannot be prepared for the change about to take place.  I want to panic a little bit in my truly "o-c-d" kind of way.  I want to analyze the timing, question the years between them, wonder if I'm crazy for doing this in a new city where we've already changed so much for Lowery in the past year.  But then I remember that all of this is God's timing and his plan is perfect.  And if Lowery has taught me anything in the past year, it's that she's pretty good at accepting change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't help but feel this special tug at my heart with her lately.  I know, hormones play a role.  But I have caught myself staring at her the past couple of weeks and just being in awe of her.  She is such a unique gift.  She's sensitive, caring and thoughtful - but somehow equally independent and strong.  She is silly, has an imagination that rivals any big dreamer and always wants to make people laugh - but can be quiet and reserved when need be.  She never meets a stranger, loves to talk with adults and has a special compassion for the elderly - but her favorite people in the world are her "cousins" and her family.  She loves God and desires to learn more about Him and already comprehends more than I thought possible about His love and sacrifice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know most all of you have more than one child so you are very aware of the feelings I am having.  But since most of my posts in the next few weeks will be focused on the arrival of my new baby, I had to talk about the one I already have right here.  She is my girl, the light of my life.  Again, I have no idea how to prepare myself, much less my 5 year old, for the change coming to our family. I will leave that up to God.  I love my Lowery and am so proud of who she is.   Lord, let her be ready for the change coming her way - and give her a bond with this sister that brings joy that lasts a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am 6 years ago, meeting the baby that I dreamed about for months.  No longer having to wonder what she looked like, sounded like -but able to feel her and hold her and experience that overwhelming love.  Now, to do it all again - what a wonderful, terrifying and amazing gift.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S9aM5ORC22I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Z1VR-p7Yvu4/s200/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464710112570694498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-9098956031936326054?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9098956031936326054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-will-it-be-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/9098956031936326054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/9098956031936326054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-will-it-be-like.html' title='What will it be like?'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S9aM5ORC22I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Z1VR-p7Yvu4/s72-c/Picture+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-353077166965148355</id><published>2010-04-20T22:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:47:08.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Be Here...</title><content type='html'>I could be here...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S85zjyycI8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/577ukcQyAoQ/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462430456812938178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Vegas staying at the Wynn with my husband (this is the view from his room).  But instead I'm here with cankles and a nesting list that far outweighs my energy.  Anyone else think this is not fair?  Anyone else agree I'm due for a prenatal massage?  Oh, yes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness I have my precious girl who is taking care of me.  They practiced manners today at school so she helped set the table, used her best etiquette during dinner (and reminded me to get my elbows off the table and not to eat cornbread with my hands - I told her we lived in the South and to get over it) and even helped load the dishwasher.  She is doing baths all by herself (I don't know if this is something we're like a year behind on  - if you have a 5 year old that's been doing this for months just don't tell me and let me be proud anyway) and is being really sweet to help me out.  I am very lucky.  Between her and my mother in law who is here helping me this week I am making it fine.  I got to take a nap today and had dinner cooked for me so it was a treat.  I also baited my mother in law into the nesting list and we accomplished quite a bit today, including baby clothes washed and organized, freezer cleaned out and my closet cleaned out and organized.  Okay, question: does anyone else's husband have a collection of dry cleaning baggies stashed in the corner on his side of the closet?? Good grief, you would think he's planning to suffocate me and wrap my body in them.  Definite possibility.  Anyway, lots of things accomplished and the nesting list is shrinking so it was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I remember that I could be in Vegas.  At the Wynn, with that view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-353077166965148355?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/353077166965148355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-could-be-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/353077166965148355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/353077166965148355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-could-be-here.html' title='I Could Be Here...'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S85zjyycI8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/577ukcQyAoQ/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-5646297087289865021</id><published>2010-04-15T08:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:02:35.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing Checked off the "Things I'll Never Do" List</title><content type='html'>So my camera is broken and as a result I can't quite do the fabulous reveal I had planned.  But picture a gleaming white, brand new Minivan - got it?  Now imagine me ducking down in the seat behind the wheel so no one realizes it's me driving it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I told you guys I was irrational!  Number one, instead of getting new tires I just decide to get a new car (which actually made quite a bit of financial sense on paper, seriously).  And on top of that I got a minivan.  Right now it's a love hate relationship.  When I'm inside it I love it.  When I'm outside of it and realize it's a minivan, I hate it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I am very thankful and blessed to have such an awesome ride.  We took a trip to a Little Rock this past weekend and it was SO nice.  Room to spread out, organize our stuff - even Ringo the dog had a whole seat to himself.  Lowery got her movie player (which she offered to pay for herself with the $11 in quarters she got from my parents for her report card) and is in love with the automatic doors.  I love it too and believe, as a Mom, it's the most wonderful choice out there when you're in the world of car seats and strollers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, a few days ago I was in a drive thru line, jamming to some 80's music.  I got a glimpse of myself in the window - sporting some awesome gas-station bought sunglasses, season-old sandals, pregnant, listening to Duran Duran and driving a minivan.  And it hit me that I had become &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my worst nightmare.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-5646297087289865021?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5646297087289865021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-thing-checked-on-things-ill-never.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5646297087289865021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5646297087289865021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-thing-checked-on-things-ill-never.html' title='One Thing Checked off the &quot;Things I&apos;ll Never Do&quot; List'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-1978401103706917768</id><published>2010-04-08T15:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:23:48.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rages, Fits, Irrational Behavior</title><content type='html'>All I can say is that I'm going to have to blame hormones for my recent ability to fly off the handle at things.  Okay, well, maybe it's not recently that I just developed this ability.  I admit that I have always had somewhat of a short fuse, blame the red hair (notice I keep using this word blame, I guess I need to quit looking for a scapegoat).  And us Lowerys have always been a little notorious for our irritable mood swings and strong opinions.  Genetics, beyond my control.  But at least I used to lose it over things that really "mattered".  I often had fits when I worked - you know, those Friday evening client calls where the client demanded something by Monday morning.  Or the team member that forgets they get a paycheck because they actually have to do something during the day.  Anyway, the stress at work would spill over into other things and I would find myself getting frustrated with things at home as well.  One of the many reasons I decided to focus my efforts on my child full time.  And since that time, I have to admit my rages have decreased greatly.  I pretty much control my schedule and day and have done much better at keeping things under control.  Until pregnancy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first event that set me off was Blue Cross Blue Shield's decision to stop paying for my heartburn medicine.  One month of medicine would now cost me almost $150. I tried to make it with an over the counter, which made me so sick I couldn't keep food down and ended up in the hospital to get fluids.  All because someone, somewhere in a board room far away didn't think about all of the pregnant women who have to suffer with unusually rough heartburn and decided to nix Nexium from our plan.  I was infuriated and ranted about it for days.  Even called Blue Cross Blue Shield and Astra Zeneca and made my complaints known to them.  Next up?  Healthcare plan (which of course spilled over from the original rage towards Blue Cross).  I'm usually not even that political, but it gave me something to have fit about for a few weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the trip to Springdale where I felt such an overwhelming urge to nest I forced my family to work hours that would make a sweat shop cringe to get closets organized, clothes sorted, rooms painted, yard work done, rooms refinished and I don't know what else.  I was a grouch and looked for something to get frustrated about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week I found a new victim.  Toyota.  I've owned Toyotas now for over 12 years and they have always been so good, so reliable.  Even with the recent recall, I had a tendency to side with them and just felt like they would figure it out.  I began to lose patience when I found out about management looking for cost savings instead of fixing problems, but it wasn't until I had issues with my own car that the raving monster was let loose.  We have not even had our 08 Highlander for 2 years yet - and up until this past week I loved that car.  But I noticed about a month ago that my brakes weren't working well.  And then this past week we found out that all 4 tires were finished, one completely worn down to the steel, and they needed to be replaced (affecting the brakes).  All 4 of the tires.  In less than 2 years.  On top of that, I discovered that of all the tires in the world available, there were only TWO that would fit my car and they were extremely expensive.  So, I of course get on the phone with Toyota and Toyo tires and find out that this has been a major problem with 08 Highlanders.  Most tires were wearing out after 20,000 miles.  Terrible, unheard of.  Their solution?  Offer me a "good will" discount of 1/32 of the tread left on the old ones.  Whatever that means, I've never been good with fractions.  I only know that I had NO tread left and 1/32 of nothing is nothing.  Furious.  Boiling.  How could they not let owners know this was a problem?  We were taking long trips on these tires that were terrible and it could have been unsafe for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what did I do (other than call and make my feelings known to Toyota and Toyo)?  Well, something completely irrational, of course.  And I mean really irrational.  I will reveal my actions tomorrow.  Let's just say that I took it out on someone.  And the decision I made would make Dave Ramsey have a stroke.  More to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-1978401103706917768?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1978401103706917768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/rages-fits-irrational-behavior.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1978401103706917768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1978401103706917768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/rages-fits-irrational-behavior.html' title='Rages, Fits, Irrational Behavior'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-3665982037519735148</id><published>2010-04-01T16:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:10:08.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle is Growing! (And so am I!)</title><content type='html'>A little update on baby girl today.  I am 29 weeks so am on the final stretch, although that final stretch seems to go on forever in my mind.  I had a doctor's appointment today and got thoroughly checked out (I knew I would have extra tests with a high risk pregnancy, but didn't really imagine all I the times I would have to get stuck to get blood drawn - thank goodness the lab girl in the office is really good).  Since I had a not-so-great week last week with the failing of the sugar test and the anemia news, I was hoping for a better appointment today.  And that's what I got!  Everything checked out wonderfully.  A true touch of God, my blood pressure is still picture perfect, a beautiful 117/72.  Elle is measuring a week and 2 days ahead of my date and weighs 3 pounds, 3 ounces.  This is such good news since one of my risks is low birthweight due to the blood pressure medicine.  Also good news because her and I BOTH had a major "growth spurt" the past two weeks.  Not so much weight but size, I just feel like my stomach pushed out about about a foot overnight.  I had a non-stress test as well and the heartbeat, movement, everything was right where it should be.  All of that good news prompted my Doctor to give me the okay to travel this weekend for one last trip.  I will be able to go to El Dorado for Easter and see my grandmother for the last time until June, which I'm very happy about.  The only downside is that I have a tendency to do nothing but EAT when I am there.  I will have to keep that under control or risk another growth spurt that I can't blame on the baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Elle was precious!  She has definitely put more fat on her little bones since her last 3-D picture, but must have been having a bad hair day because she burrowed with her head towards my back which did not allow for any good pictures :(  I will keep updates coming, but as of now everything is going better than I could have ever dreamed (but through faith know it's what I should have expected all along).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-3665982037519735148?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3665982037519735148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/elle-is-growing-and-so-am-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3665982037519735148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3665982037519735148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/04/elle-is-growing-and-so-am-i.html' title='Elle is Growing! (And so am I!)'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-1126932449278026192</id><published>2010-03-29T08:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:07:49.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Toes, Rainbow Unicorns and Roy Orbison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C4575sDOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x9Kg3kbb4gE/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C4575sDOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x9Kg3kbb4gE/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454062454217379042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C45qr2u1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/E-iHmoIWm2E/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C45qr2u1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/E-iHmoIWm2E/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454062449595956050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C46uxnDGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dc9sfBaWEnE/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454062467873705058" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C45YMnWSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5geVms8lU2E/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C45YMnWSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/5geVms8lU2E/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454062444633086242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C47B2ac9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/61dYn3B0HtQ/s200/100_8844.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454062472994124754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe these pictures will give a glimpse into the fun we've had around here the past week in Dallas.  Even though it was only a week, it seems like a month ago that we drove through sleet and snow from Springdale and arrived at a house filled with more laughter and excitement than we've had in a while.  I think Lowery considers her real Spring Break this past week even though she was in school. Anytime her beloved cousins are here, she is happy and in rare form.  We had such a great time with the Connor, Calloway, Murphree and Perry crews, here are a few recaps:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Highs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  Lowery and Abbi's purchase of matching Skechers Twinkle Toes light up shoes (she counts on her cousins to keep her in style, thanks for the inspiration Isabel and Abbi).  And Lowery's inability to walk normally since then because she's trying to light them up.  Resembles some horrible form of flamenco dancing.  Other inspirations from her cousins?  Makeup application (thanks Jansen, see pic above for Lowery's attempt), a Nintendo DS (thanks Abbi) and an I Touch (thanks Chloe).  You guys are killing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  A ride on a real live rainbow unicorn at her friend Brooke's birthday party.  Did you all notice that there was even glitter on the hoofs?  (hooves?  whatever, I don't know).  That poor pony got abused by the girls at the party and the spray paint in its mane.  But it was fun to watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  A picture perfect day at the Fort Worth zoo with Joshua, Peyton and Chloe.  Beautiful weather and the show the lions put on for us (I've never actually heard a lion roar like that) made for an awesome outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  The thoughtfulness of our family for Lowery - of Brandi to get her a pink bunny at Target after Lowery had to sadly watch her other cousins pick out prizes with their ticket winnings at Dave and Busters.  Lowery didn't even have enough tickets to get a paper umbrella drink.  And the thoughtfulness of Sunshine and Chloe to bring Lowery back a flag and princess bracelet from Medieval Times after Lowery had to stay at home and get in bed early for school instead of going with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  My Mom and Dad here with me for a few days, my favorite company:)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  8" of snow here in Texas on the day we were supposed to go to Six Flags and a 2nd year in a row it's ruined Spring Break plans for Lowery's cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  Two big fat Fs on a pregnancy tests this past week.  Flunked my first sugar test and found out I was anemic (I guess my six month diet of potato soup doesn't do much for the iron levels).  At least my Mom was here with me during the dreaded 3-hour long 2nd sugar test.  And I passed that one, thank goodness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dad breaking his regular glasses and looking like Roy Orbison the rest of the time he was here because all he had was his prescription sunglasses to see with.  Had to wear them inside restaurants.  And inside stores.  And at night watching TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ringo's lack of love for all the boys that were here at the house.  But he loves the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I somehow broke my camera at the zoo. Who needs one of those before the birth of a baby anyway? (And I also can't get to the pictures from our time with the Perrys.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-  The quiet here today after having family around for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the highs definitely outweighed the lows and we had such a good time with everyone.  And for all of you who haven't visited in Dallas you can clearly see that you are missing a good time!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-1126932449278026192?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1126932449278026192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/twinkle-toes-rainbow-unicorns-and-roy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1126932449278026192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1126932449278026192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/twinkle-toes-rainbow-unicorns-and-roy.html' title='Twinkle Toes, Rainbow Unicorns and Roy Orbison'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S7C4575sDOI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x9Kg3kbb4gE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6721599135463807747</id><published>2010-03-24T10:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:46:53.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Projects</title><content type='html'>We had such a busy and productive Spring Break in Springdale at the house (right up until we had to leave a day early because of the snow).  I use "we" very loosely because it was actually Steve and Jerry and Carla (in-laws) who did much of the work.  We couldn't have made it without them, everyone worked so hard.  Here's what we got done -  sorry I have to make a list, it just makes me feel better to see it all laid out and checked off!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  Painted artwork on the wall in the nursery.  I'm so proud of my husband, it turned out better than I even imagined!  I think it totally makes the room and am lucky to have a husband that doubles as an artist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  Painted Lowery's new room, walls and ceiling.  It took 3 coats because I did bright yellow over brown.  Smart, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  Put up blinds in both Lowery's room and nursery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  Hung curtains in Lowery's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)  Painted some wall art for Lowery's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)  Trimmed back all of the shrubs/plants in beds around the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)  Laid down new mulch in all beds (30 bags)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)  Had heating system repaired and sprinkler system repaired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)  Cleaned out mud room and pantry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)  Switched closets out between nursery and Lowery's new room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of that in just five days!  It was worth it, the house is ready for Spring and for two little girls later this summer.  As I mentioned earlier, Lowery decided at the last minute she wanted to switch rooms and take the room across the hall.   We were lucky in that the new crib bedding we chose happened to match Lowery's old pink paint perfectly and even looks like we bought it to go in that room.  The snow really put a damper on things - we needed that last day to work!  We didn't get to quite finish up things.  Lowery's room needs some color and decor, a new light fixture put up, another lamp and her real night stands.  Elle's room needs curtains and some more artwork over the dresser and ideally a larger rug.  But all in all I'm very happy with how the rooms turned out.  All they need are a few giggles from two precious girls and they will change from just empty rooms to the life of the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nursery (top 3) and Lowery's Room (bottom pic):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6ow3SS7m2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/1vfmaJOL75s/s200/IMG_1847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452224025247587170" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6oxC6W6XEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2aGTAwDM8IQ/s200/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452224224980261954" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6oxRAw3mVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/g-YfCT3sbUc/s200/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452224467217914194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6oxoAZjE2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/OtYc8VH7hXk/s200/IMG_1853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452224862257091426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6721599135463807747?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6721599135463807747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-projects.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6721599135463807747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6721599135463807747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break-projects.html' title='Spring Break Projects'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6ow3SS7m2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/1vfmaJOL75s/s72-c/IMG_1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-5508879689076834904</id><published>2010-03-23T03:54:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:05:15.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Trip Back With Me</title><content type='html'>All you girls and boys of the 80's, prepare for a trip down memory lane to one of your favorite places when you were growing up.  Picture it with me - bright lights flashing in the air, the sweet smells of popcorn, hardwood and mildewy carpets, Chipmunk disco tunes jamming through the air, wind blowing through your hair as you speed around.  The call from the DJ announces exciting events such as limbo and couple skate (always a big deal and so romantic, with the Chipmunk songs and all).  Know where you are yet?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we stepped into the skating rink two weeks ago with Lowery for a birthday party, memories of The Skating Palace came roaring back.  El Dorado peeps, it was the Skating Palace, right (before it became a hot bed for gang activity)?  Anyway, we had SO much fun.  I have to admit that I was a little nervous about my 5 year old and skates, recall she did break two bones on a simple cartwheel.  It was somewhat painful and she may have suffered a slight concussion, but we sure had a blast.  It was hilarious and I think I laughed the entire time we were there.  Not sure if it was all of the little kids sprawling like Texas tumbleweeds across the floor, the gutsy Moms who laced up and returned to skating glory or the Chipmunk version of The Climb, but it was a sight to behold.   It made me want to buy Lowery her own pair of skates - white ones with pink puff balls on the top and pink stoppers (the ones I never got, thanks a lot Santa) and start the weekly Saturday routine with her.  We definitely have some work to do before she's truly ready for her first couple skate under the disco ball,  but she made such progress in only two hours while we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the progression: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; #1: Grasping the rail in the practice area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; #2: Learning with the "walker:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; #3: Hanging on to Mom for dear life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; #4:  Now I got it on my own! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6iHawgSgII/AAAAAAAAATo/24pEUQLjHr8/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451756242698666114" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6iMU4SfS_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tq3n5UwDgU4/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451761639267191794" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6iMVIE9fiI/AAAAAAAAAUY/88vuU0uHuCQ/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451761643505417762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6iIZAu91FI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VKfbX--7gpc/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451757312207082578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never got quite up to speed with birthday girl Kaleigh (who rocked some pink Barbie skates by the way), but she is anxious to keep trying.  I sure had fun.  Steve, who was drenched with sweat from helping Lowery learn and about to divorce me because I blamed him every time she fell, didn't seem to enjoy it near as much as I did.  Kidding, he had a blast helping her and we both got great laughs out of the kids.  Anyway, couldn't resist sharing our first time on skates.  Thanks for a great day, Kaleigh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Spring Break updates are coming next, including pictures of the nursery.  It's 4 in the morning and I'm not thinking straight, I guess that's why I did this update first.  Pregnancy and sleepless nights will give me a chance to catch up with blogging, but I can't promise that posts will be in order or make sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-5508879689076834904?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5508879689076834904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-trip-back-with-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5508879689076834904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5508879689076834904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-trip-back-with-me.html' title='Take a Trip Back With Me'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6iHawgSgII/AAAAAAAAATo/24pEUQLjHr8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-4515565113135219784</id><published>2010-03-17T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:18:10.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Room Crisis - Maybe</title><content type='html'>I think I've managed to wade through the room decor crisis over the past two days.  I'm not ready yet to reveal the solution because I'm waiting on bedding, but at least I'm not in a nut house or divorced (which is a major accomplishment at this point).   I've had to face my worst fear over the past two days - making decisions ALONE.  Steve had to travel to Chicago for work for a day and a half and that left me with my in-laws.  My precious, hard-working, non-interfering in laws who refused to bail me out and make decisions for me.  They left everything up to me.  Without Steve or my Mom, who are experts in getting me through my decision slumps, I was forced to think through things on my own.  I did break a sweat a couple of times and my heartburn definitely kicked up, but all in all I made solid decisions - in a somewhat reasonable amount of time.  And the solo part is something that I'm pretty proud of.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the man who actually brings my creative dreams (or rather the ideas I rip off from web sites and such) is home, we can finish up things.  So far things are looking great.  I will hint and say that I have one traditional room and another room that pushes me a LOT.  It is way beyond my comfort zone on the color scale and I'm attempting to mix traditional with a little more whimsical/contemporary styles and I'm not sure I'll achieve it.  But the past few days have been great, I'm proud that I've proven to myself I can get through things on my own and am excited to pull everything together with my artist husband's help.   Thanks to my wonderful in-laws who worked themselves to death while I sat away from paint fumes and just directed them on what to do.  I think we've officially made 12 trips to Lowe's in three days (an all-time record) and handled a TON of unexpected obstacles- did I mention that we couldn't find some of the hardware for the crib?  Or that we didn't have any tools here?  As you can tell I planned really well for our house decorating trip - ha!  Maybe it will all come together before we have to leave this weekend.  I will be anxious to show the results.  At least my "nesting" phase will be complete and this house will be ready for us when we move back!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-4515565113135219784?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4515565113135219784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/through-room-crisis-maybe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4515565113135219784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4515565113135219784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/through-room-crisis-maybe.html' title='Through the Room Crisis - Maybe'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6662887603499955825</id><published>2010-03-14T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:53:44.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of Indecision</title><content type='html'>I am SO indecisive!!  Which is a sin, by the way, according to the Word.  I need to be repenting, big time.  Anyone who has ever attempted to go through a decision making process with me knows how painful this truly is.  It wears people thin and gets on even my own nerves.  Doesn't matter if it's kitchen cleaner or a bigger decision (like how to decorate Elle's nursery), I can debate, analyze and wring hangs with the best of them.  Completely and truly OCD.   I think it's my fear that it can "always be better".  That's there's another, greater option that I won't choose. That I'll miss the mark and have regret.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this past week was crunch time, time to finish planning Elle's nursery - a major decision and battle for me.  I've been debating between two different bedding options for weeks.  Both very cute in their own way.  Both a similar theme, the whole "bird" thing that seems to be everywhere right now.  Both precious colors - one more traditional and "girly" and one a little more fresh and contemporary.  One on SALE, one NOT.  Most definitely NOT.   What should the nursery be??  (Sidebar - I'm going to quit saying nursery.  It's a lovely word but makes one envision this grand, large room, filled with sunlight, organized toys, a beautiful crib with custom made bedding and even Mary Poppins.  This will be a plain and simple baby's room.  A crib,  a couple of  pieces of furniture that were mine when I was little - it was the 70's I'll remind you - and a rocker that's an ugly yellow.)  The trick was finding bedding that worked with all of these "prerequisites" already inherited for the baby's room.  After hours of agony and the trip to Springdale closing in I made my choice on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indecisiveness conquered, on with the plan.  Crib bedding is in hand,  paint chips and samples gathered and we are now here in Springdale ready to go.  Then Lowery comes in today and says, "I've decided I want the new room, to move across the hall and give Elle my old room."  WHAT?Here I go again; a vicious, vicious cycle.  Now I have some crib bedding that was bought to go with yellow/green furniture,  Lowery's current room with light pink walls and of course the ugly yellow rocker.  Too many options, so many combinations on how to use furniture, what to switch around, what to do.  I had a plan.  I had won.  That's over, my worst nightmare has begun.  So how am I going to pull it all together??  I have no EARTHLY idea.  But I only have 5 days and a limited budget to figure it out.  Stay tuned for pictures and updates....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6662887603499955825?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6662887603499955825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/curse-of-indecision.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6662887603499955825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6662887603499955825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/curse-of-indecision.html' title='The Curse of Indecision'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-3013783162004764569</id><published>2010-03-11T13:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:34:17.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transportation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEsAUgyFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/daonrBh0aaI/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEsAUgyFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/daonrBh0aaI/s200/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447460747072292946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEryLC8lI/AAAAAAAAASw/itdcbX0FeRI/s1600-h/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEryLC8lI/AAAAAAAAASw/itdcbX0FeRI/s200/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447460743274492498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lErYE8fbI/AAAAAAAAASo/9n2OxZf8gLk/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lErYE8fbI/AAAAAAAAASo/9n2OxZf8gLk/s200/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447460736269581746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEq19OyaI/AAAAAAAAASg/GK5Xy-VC-7o/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEq19OyaI/AAAAAAAAASg/GK5Xy-VC-7o/s200/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447460727110420898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEqLbqhuI/AAAAAAAAASY/eivaP0PaKh4/s1600-h/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEqLbqhuI/AAAAAAAAASY/eivaP0PaKh4/s200/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447460715695343330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago this week, Steve and I were visiting Dallas and contemplating a move.  We visited Prestonwood Christian Academy for a tour and to get information and fell in love with the school.  We knew immediately it is where God wanted Lowery to be while we were here.  One of the reasons we loved the school is because when we visited it was "transportation day" for kindergarten.  All of the little kids had these little cardboard cars, cruising around a little town set up at the school complete with a post office, bank, chick-fil-a, car wash and even its very own railroad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today was Lowery's very own transportation day and it was so much fun!!  Lowery decided to model her car after an easter egg to remember Easter.  Steve and I helped her paint the box pink and put her "straps" on, but all of the other decor was all her and was done at school.  All of the kids were so proud and had such a great time taking their "cars" for a spin around the town.  After their trip around town they even got Chick-fil-a for lunch.  We are so proud of Lowery and are so sad that if we move back to Arkansas we will have to leave PCA.  What an amazing time we have had at this school!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-3013783162004764569?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3013783162004764569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/transportation-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3013783162004764569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3013783162004764569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/transportation-day.html' title='Transportation Day'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5lEsAUgyFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/daonrBh0aaI/s72-c/IMG_1805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-8240097465926354047</id><published>2010-03-09T14:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:27:32.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference 6 years makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxs62dGnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ExCaNtesN50/s1600-h/Elle+Full+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxs62dGnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ExCaNtesN50/s200/Elle+Full+Face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088028342098546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxsYonnII/AAAAAAAAASI/wmkOmHK4cSk/s1600-h/Hands+Over+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxsYonnII/AAAAAAAAASI/wmkOmHK4cSk/s200/Hands+Over+Face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088019157261442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxsEA_ubI/AAAAAAAAASA/3o9ipX4Ix6s/s1600-h/Full+Body+23+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxsEA_ubI/AAAAAAAAASA/3o9ipX4Ix6s/s200/Full+Body+23+Weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088013622360498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxr7Fy7oI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XqUdkKfVNhE/s1600-h/Elle+Praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxr7Fy7oI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XqUdkKfVNhE/s200/Elle+Praying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088011226574466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 years ago when I was pregnant with Lowery I LOVED every minute of it.  That constant reminder throughout my day when she moved that there was life growing inside of me.  I missed that feeling after she was born, our secret little times together where she would kick and no one else would know.  Everyone around me was going about the normal lives - but I had this precious little baby that was all mine.  I had never experienced heartburn, I was blissfully unaware of the dangers of high blood pressure and just loved being pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward 6 years and how different things are.  Still as thankful and in awe of the miracle of life.  Less enthused about the swift kicks to my bladder (sorry if any guys are reading this).  The heartburn that I swear will send me to my grave, my hips creaking like my 93 year old grandmother, the fatigue that I can't quite overcome most days, and the medicine I have to take every day now that I am very aware of blood pressure concerns.  It's so different, these pregnancies.  It's odd - in the first one, my life was literally in danger and I was critically ill and I really didn't even know it.  Yet I felt fine.  But on this one, my health is great, everything is in check and going beautifully.  Yet I feel like I'm on my deathbed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you want my opinion (most of you don't but I'll give it anyway), having a baby at age 34 is FOR THE BIRDS.  All of these women in your 40's, having great pregnancies and loving life, I admire you.  I'm simply not cut out for it.  I know God's timing is perfect and I wouldn't have things any other way, but I am praying for him to get me through these next 14 weeks.  I don't want to complain because I'm so thankful for this girl, but taking torture on a daily basis is something that's hard to keep quiet about.  On the positive side, the technology advancements are amazing and we have enjoyed being able to see Elle clearly and more frequently than we were able to with Lowery.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that's definitely the same though - the love I have for this baby.  I look at Lowery's little face and I don't know how my heart will hold more love - but it already does.  A couple of weeks ago we got to see our new little girl's face pretty clearly.  And her precious hands, feet and whole body.  Yes, she's still a little skinny, but I think she's adorable.  Here's to the sweetheart that's making my life pretty miserable these days, but whom I already love more than words can say.  When I hold her it will be worth it all!  Take a look at these 3-D pics!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-8240097465926354047?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8240097465926354047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-difference-6-years-makes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8240097465926354047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8240097465926354047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-difference-6-years-makes.html' title='What a difference 6 years makes'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S5fxs62dGnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ExCaNtesN50/s72-c/Elle+Full+Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6344186308562144894</id><published>2010-03-08T10:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:32:12.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening with George W.</title><content type='html'>Steve and I had an amazing opportunity to attend an event last weekend that will probably top my list of Texas memories during our stay here.  The event was a benefit for the Prestonwood Pregnancy Center and the key note speaker was George W. Bush.  The pregnancy center is a place that has become very close to my heart since I began volunteering there last fall.   I have wanted to do a post about it for a while, but I have hesitated and I'm not sure I can even articulate why.  I think it's because it's impacted me in such a way that I find it hard to express the experiences I've had there, and it's so close to my heart that it almost feels private - an odd situation where it changes your life but it's not something you shout from the rooftops but rather savor on the inside in a place deep in your heart.  I think what I will say is this:  why is it that when you begin helping people in need it opens floodgates on your heart and you begin to feel it's never enough?  That what you're doing - although it's more than you ever did before when you were doing nothing - can't possibly make a strong enough impact, can't make a dent in the need that is there?  When you sit in your comfortable home, in your comfortable life, you don't have to face the groaning needs of those that are right there by you.  Sometimes five feet, sometimes five miles away from you.  You go on with your life and focus on what you need to do for your family, which is a full time job in itself.  But the minute you open your eyes to the need, to the pain, it becomes overwhelmingly clear that they need so much more.  More than one person, more than my one 30 minute experience with them, more than my measly one day of volunteering.  I've met women courageous in the face of circumstances I can't dream of in my worst nightmares.  I've seen women hanging on by a very thin thread, and our help is the only thing keeping them from dropping off.  I've FELT the burden of those women who made a decision to end a baby's life and those who have opted to save it.  All I can say is that I want to keep feeling this way - that I need to do more, that I'm failing if I don't.  And the center is doing that for me - and I encourage everyone to get involved somehow in your community where needs are being met.  We don't have to go around the world to share the love of Christ - there are plenty of those who need it and who live in our own backyards.  Find a local crisis pregnancy center and get involved - you won't regret it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, all that said - I did mention a former President, didn't I?  This event was amazing because of hearing President Bush speak and also because of all of these people that came together for the pregnancy center.  It warmed my heart to hear a man of power encourage me and remind me that I am making a difference, that everyone in this country deserves life, and to see community members give freely of their time and money to make the center a success.  The former President was very different than what Steve and I expected.  In fact, we weren't sure what we were in for - a Will Farrell skit or a formal speech from the more reserved President side of him.  What we got was way different, and we now understand why Texans love him so much.  He was so candid, so open, so inspiring and VERY funny.   I'm not sure why all of America didn't get to see this side of him during the Presidency, the process of our political machine I guess.  But he was amazing - from his open assessment of other world leaders (Putin stories were particularly good), his easy admittance of his own faults (drinking problem and his comment that had he known he would run for President he'd behaved better in college), to his clear passion for everyone's right for freedom, he captivated us and I honestly didn't want it to end.  I so much enjoyed hearing &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; tell of his first thoughts after the news of 9/11 and how he felt, his interests now that the Presidency is over and his future plans - and not have to read a skewed report from the media.  After the President spoke and answered some questions, Governor Perry also spoke and Steve and I then realized that we were at an old-fashioned Texas political rally - and we loved being Texans more than ever!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing night for something I love and a very interesting leader that I am so thankful I got to see in person.  One last thing - if you are someone who prays for our government, please do not stop or let up.  One of the things he said that impacted me the most is how desperate he became for prayer.  Prayer from strangers, from Americans, from others around the world.  That, as a man, he couldn't possibly bear the burden placed on his shoulders with all of his imperfections.  But that prayer sustained him, kept him alive and kept him sane.  No matter our political viewpoints or our thoughts on who is in the White House, there IS a man living there who makes decisions that affect all of us on a daily basis.  Our national, state and local governments need our prayers.  They are humans who are imperfect.  But our God is not, and He is always truly in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't buy into Will Farrell and the media's portrayal of this man (yes, I myself have made my share of "strategery" comments).  He's much more shrewd, charismatic and charming that you'd ever imagine and deserves a lot more credit than most Americans give him at this point.  By the way, sorry I don't have any pictures to share, they weren't allowed  (something this pregnant lady is thankful for).  MANY thanks to our friends the Chambers for an amazing night. And from someone who works in the center and knows firsthand the real needs that are there and that are being met, thanks to all of you who were a part of that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6344186308562144894?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6344186308562144894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/evening-with-george-w.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6344186308562144894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6344186308562144894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/evening-with-george-w.html' title='An Evening with George W.'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-4469618633452435717</id><published>2010-02-19T13:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:01:34.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tyler -  Lowery's classmate who has sat beside her since the beginning of the year.  He helps her with her work.  He opens all of her lunch things for her.  His twin sister is in Lowery's dance class and each week he waits for Lowery after class, holds the door for her and helps her with her bag.  And then he made this for her in art class yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S37sm9BUT2I/AAAAAAAAARw/BjIDsUm2LxI/s1600-h/IMG_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S37sm9BUT2I/AAAAAAAAARw/BjIDsUm2LxI/s200/IMG_1803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440045553869410146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It melts my heart.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-4469618633452435717?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4469618633452435717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/puppy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4469618633452435717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4469618633452435717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S37sm9BUT2I/AAAAAAAAARw/BjIDsUm2LxI/s72-c/IMG_1803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-1164906397136414506</id><published>2010-02-17T13:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:23:31.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3xBqy_g2wI/AAAAAAAAARo/pqdYqAtxF-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3xBqy_g2wI/AAAAAAAAARo/pqdYqAtxF-Y/s200/IMG_1799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439294653455194882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3xBqU1YH9I/AAAAAAAAARg/1Bx0-fHSvnI/s1600-h/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3xBqU1YH9I/AAAAAAAAARg/1Bx0-fHSvnI/s200/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439294645359615954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowery is my precious, precious valentine.  I love her more than words can say and sometimes my heart feels like it will break when I look at her sweet face.  She is growing, but is still the little baby with blue eyes and "fat girl" chuckle she's been since day one.  (Of course my husband is my number one valentine, but I didn't get to attend a class party and decorate sugar cookies with him:)  It's funny, although she has no idea what romantic love is yet the thought of candy and cards from friends made it a very, very big day in her world.  I wish they could stay this innocent forever, that her heart would never be broken, and that her true valentine would always be her Daddy.  I don't know why we had such a great time at this little class party, but it was a fun and special time for us.  Maybe it's because she's growing too fast, or maybe it's because I can't imagine my heart overflowing with more love for another child that will soon be here - either way, it was a special day with my little girl.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-1164906397136414506?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1164906397136414506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1164906397136414506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1164906397136414506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-valentine.html' title='My Little Valentine'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3xBqy_g2wI/AAAAAAAAARo/pqdYqAtxF-Y/s72-c/IMG_1799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-2532835855980142560</id><published>2010-02-11T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:52:02.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Our Very Own Snow Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3S0D6PHxEI/AAAAAAAAARY/VjaxuDTm0wE/s1600-h/IMG_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3S0D6PHxEI/AAAAAAAAARY/VjaxuDTm0wE/s200/IMG_1790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437168629408318530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3S0DBC0ikI/AAAAAAAAARQ/y34D1d0YCt8/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3S0DBC0ikI/AAAAAAAAARQ/y34D1d0YCt8/s200/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437168614055905858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3S0CzwPP7I/AAAAAAAAARI/09A6CDMCbC8/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3S0CzwPP7I/AAAAAAAAARI/09A6CDMCbC8/s200/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437168610488303538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can now join the ranks of everyone in Arkansas that have had all of the great posts with snowy wonderlands.  A rare and beautiful snow in Dallas, we had 5 inches as of 3 this afternoon.  I need to do another measure.  It has snowed all day - Lowery actually had school since the roads were completely fine until around 5 this evening.  After school Lowery was anxious to get out and play so we bundled up and headed out for lots of fun.  We made a snowman - it's a little vertically challenged, but Steve wasn't home yet and it's hard for this pregnant lady to lean over and get the snowballs rolling.  So here is our Dallas version of the winter wonderland.  I will say that although we haven't had as much as everyone in Arkansas I, like all of you, am ready for Spring!  Everyone remind me of that when we have our first 100 degree day in May :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-2532835855980142560?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2532835855980142560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-our-very-own-snow-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2532835855980142560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2532835855980142560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-our-very-own-snow-post.html' title='Finally, Our Very Own Snow Post'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S3S0D6PHxEI/AAAAAAAAARY/VjaxuDTm0wE/s72-c/IMG_1790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-7547484453421113534</id><published>2010-01-26T13:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:43:02.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Name to Honor 92 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S19MUlh6uyI/AAAAAAAAARA/zzDAaa9gIWg/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S19MUlh6uyI/AAAAAAAAARA/zzDAaa9gIWg/s200/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431143592187575074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S19MUEnFFAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dP2_UPAmbPs/s1600-h/Lily+Elle+Jan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S19MUEnFFAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dP2_UPAmbPs/s200/Lily+Elle+Jan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431143583350854658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very special day - my Grandmother Genelle Lowery's 92nd birthday.  This wonderful Christian lady not only has impacted my life in a great way, but many in her church, family and community.  I've never known a better Christian who lived their life exactly the way the bible instructs.  She has spent her life in service to the Lord and other people, and is very unselfish in everything she does (especially in putting up with my crazy grandfather for almost 60 years).  She truly loves her friends, neighbors and family and has made life for my family very special.  Today she is in pain, her body broken down after all these years - but her just being here, being involved in our lives is a tremendous gift.  So, thank you, "Mam-ma Teedy" for being such a wonderful grandmother, great-grandmother and providing such an excellent example of God's love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do we honor her?  Well, we've already got one little girl named for our family, so we decided to make it two.  Baby Girl DeVore now has an official name: Lily Elle DeVore, and we will call her Elle.   Lily is for my great-grandmother - and Elle for Genelle, my grandmother. Plus, Elle means "God's Promise" - and she definitely is that!  And I have to give credit to Kandi, my cousin, for the idea for the name.  Thanks girl!  Happy Birthday Mam-ma, we are so happy that every time we look at both of our precious girls and call their names it will remind us of you.  Here is a pic of Lowery and Mam-ma Teedy.  And here is your first real glimpse of Lily Elle - a 4-D ultrasound pic from yesterday!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-7547484453421113534?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7547484453421113534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/name-to-honor-92-years.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7547484453421113534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7547484453421113534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/name-to-honor-92-years.html' title='A Name to Honor 92 Years'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S19MUlh6uyI/AAAAAAAAARA/zzDAaa9gIWg/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-7679988169039528861</id><published>2010-01-24T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:11:02.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for my friend helping in Haiti</title><content type='html'>One of my dearest friends, Brianne (who is the one helping us keep an eye on our home in Springdale by living there while we are gone) has a brother, Shea, who is in Haiti helping.  He is an orthopedic surgeon who is in the Navy and was deployed there just after the quake.  Watch this video and say a prayer for him, for the challenges he's facing, for strength and for a safe return home - his wife, Holly, has a scheduled c section on March 11 and at the very end of her pregnancy so say a prayer for her, too, as she makes it through this time without him.  They are a very special family!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/videos/misc/474793/suchin-pak-describes-how-every-donation-could-help-save-a-life.jhtml#id=1630264"&gt;http://www.mtv.com/videos/misc/474793/suchin-pak-describes-how-every-donation-could-help-save-a-life.jhtml#id=1630264&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-7679988169039528861?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7679988169039528861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/pray-for-my-friend-helping-in-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7679988169039528861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7679988169039528861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/pray-for-my-friend-helping-in-haiti.html' title='Pray for my friend helping in Haiti'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-1073755652376712553</id><published>2010-01-22T11:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:12:51.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd child harder to name??</title><content type='html'>Well I am going to try and get this blog thing back up and going.  I know we have lots to keep our long-distance friends and family up to date on, so I will try to get back into the swing of things.  With this baby on the way I want to keep everyone in the loop (and thanks to all the NWArk friends who "gently" reminded me I am NOT doing that).  Can you believe I'm already halfway through the pregnancy (20 weeks)?  Crazy.  Which brings me to my opening topic on baby girl DeVore, which is we don't have a clue on what to name her.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is your second child so much harder to name than the 1st?  I'm sure those of you have more than 2 would say it gets even harder as you go on.  Why is that - thoughts?  Comments? Now that we have Lowery, and that name is so tied to family, so uniquely her, it seems impossible to find another fit.  Of course we had one for a boy ready to go, but God doesn't seem to trust us with raising boys - I'm not sure I trust us for that matter either - so no "Noble" on the way. For years I have wanted to name another girl Lily - my great-grandmother's name, the beloved "Mama Foster".  I still love Lily, but it's like number 5 on the top 100 names of 2009.  I want unique, I'm not sure I want her to share a name with 3 other girls in her class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we've started the search.  We really like using family names,  and we've poured through genealogy books - found lovely options such Mattie Florence, Inez and Della Belle.  And can't forget the group of sisters named Ruby, Opal and Pearl.  All beautiful people, just not necessarily ideal names.  Speaking of the 3 "gem" sisters,  Steve's grandmother has a beautiful name that we love - June (and it would mean a lot to him to name a baby after her).  But he should have thought about that before marrying a girl with another month as a name.  We can't be that family - Steve, Lowery, April and June.  I can hear the, "where's May?" comments now.  Anyway, nothing seems right and nothing seems to stick in our mind.   Steve suggested doing a facebook poll of our final candidates - uh, no.  So I guess we will have to keep deliberating.  The original idea of Lily Claire is still up for consideration, but we're hoping for something a little more unique.  I will post a list of final candidates soon (and don't worry, Mattie Florence or Inez probably won't make the cut).  Anyone have a name they're dying to share with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-1073755652376712553?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1073755652376712553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/2nd-chid-harder-to-name.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1073755652376712553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1073755652376712553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/2nd-chid-harder-to-name.html' title='2nd child harder to name??'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-5317908842841361646</id><published>2009-12-08T09:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:37:18.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, BABY!</title><content type='html'>Well the news is breaking and the word is out, Baby DeVore is on its way and should arrive early in June!  All of you know how long this has been on our heart, how long we have prayed and asked for this addition to our family.  God is so good and already this little baby is a beautiful representation of His endless love and blessings.  We trusted in God and are simply enjoying watching the miracle unfold on a daily basis.  The timing is not what I expected, but completely perfect.  Not being surrounded by our family and friends in NW Arkansas during the pregnancy and birth at first seemed so odd and sad, but living in a major medical hub where my risks are dealt with everyday is so wonderful and reassuring.  This baby being born a Texan?  That we're having a little trouble accepting, but if God made it so then longhorn it is.  Lowery is already loving this baby and sharing this with her is something that has given Steve and I more joy than we could imagine, drawing our family closer together everyday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is our early Christmas gift, and a wonderful one it is.  Surprise #2?  We already KNOW if it's a BOY or GIRL!   Stay tuned. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-5317908842841361646?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5317908842841361646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5317908842841361646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5317908842841361646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-baby.html' title='Merry Christmas, BABY!'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-3171097755702990855</id><published>2009-12-02T08:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:03:35.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW in Dallas???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SxaBX05T-XI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yxt_m5M4EmA/s200/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410654248668232050" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SxaBXS58Y3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/C-HZ0Qqy1sk/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SxaBXS58Y3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/C-HZ0Qqy1sk/s200/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410654239544075122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SxaBW1lt36I/AAAAAAAAAQM/PuSgfCgAXFk/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SxaBW1lt36I/AAAAAAAAAQM/PuSgfCgAXFk/s200/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410654231674609570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we thought snow would not happen for us this year since we weren't in NW Arkansas!  To our shock, surprise and thrill, we awoke to huge, gorgeous snowflakes this morning.  The good, wet kind that look beautiful (but don't cause road problems).  Lowery was very excited - actually, we all were!  What is it about snow that's so magical?  We were all running around the house at 7am crazy, like we had never seen it before.  But it was beautiful and a special treat.  We decorated our Christmas tree last night.  We were to go to Springdale to get Christmas decorations from the house last weekend, but after our very tough Thanksgiving week we just didn't have the energy.  So we decided to let Lowery pick out a live tree and decorations herself.  BAD move.  We of course ended up with rainbow lights, hot pink and blue ornaments.  And no star or angel for the top, she is making a special craft herself for that.  It was tough for us to let her pick out everything, but we had promised.  So, we decked the halls last night while listening to Christmas music on XM.  And get this - while we were listening, a man called in from Dallas, Texas and said he wanted to wish his parents in Springdale, Arkansas a Merry Christmas.  What are the odds?  It was a fun night, topped with the special snow this morning.  We are definitely in the Christmas spirit - and surprise, more snow is expected for Friday!!  Who said we don't have winter here in the Big D?  So far, so good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-3171097755702990855?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3171097755702990855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-in-dallas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3171097755702990855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3171097755702990855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-in-dallas.html' title='SNOW in Dallas???'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SxaBX05T-XI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yxt_m5M4EmA/s72-c/IMG_1264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-3906426703520033206</id><published>2009-11-05T09:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:36:20.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to San Antone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwYH4kuQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_aVk0-cKGWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwYH4kuQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_aVk0-cKGWQ/s200/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400643200394508546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwX0ETJ9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/TpolcVZ0XbY/s1600-h/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwX0ETJ9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/TpolcVZ0XbY/s200/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400643195074979794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwXRKfvBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nX1YaFQJTnU/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwXRKfvBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nX1YaFQJTnU/s200/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400643185705729042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwXGsgoaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YPw923jlLoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwXGsgoaI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YPw923jlLoQ/s200/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400643182895604130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwWpHkSTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EbcdMYYMQhk/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwWpHkSTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EbcdMYYMQhk/s200/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400643174956026162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to make a trip down to San Antonio for the weekend (which helped us avoid Halloween craziness and still give Lowery something fun to do).  We had a blast and love that city.  Old, historic and lots of charm, San Antonio is one of my favorite places to visit.  Ever since Lowery got a Disney CD with the Davy Crockett song on it, she has been fascinated with Davy and his history (why who knows).  We told her about the Alamo and she has wanted to go.  Add in a little Sea World and Riverwalk and you've got the makings of a great weekend.  And after swine flu survival we all needed a pick-me-up so it was a great time to go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Sea World on Friday and Saturday.  Friday was excellent because we literally had the place to ourselves - I honestly think we were one of 15 people there, kind of bizarre.  We were able to do everything on Friday, we just went back for half a day on Saturday to repeat our favorite things.  It was a ton of fun and the weather was beautiful so it was great just to be outside.  The dolphins were our favorite, along with the Viva show (which has divers, acrobats, synchronized swimmers, dolphins, whales - the works).  Lowery got to ask a ton of questions to all of the workers since it was so deserted - they even took us back to see a new baby sea lion.  They had a fun trick or treat event for the kids at night so that worked out perfectly.  We also had a great time at the beautiful Clydesdale horse exhibit.  Our family picture in front of Bud the horse was excellent and was prime Christmas Card material, except for the whole beer thing so we culled the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did the Riverwalk boat tour and had a great dinner Halloween night.  Sunday we had an outstanding breakfast at an old Mansion in the King William District (the house belonged to Guenther, the man who opened a mill which became Pioneer flour).  Lowery made lots of friends with the locals.  Then we moved on to the Alamo.  We stayed for an hour and a half and Lowery intently listened to the entire guide.  Every exhibit, every bit of it.  Needless to say I think she is going to be a history nerd, she was fascinated.  The highlight of the Alamo experience for her?  Her tie-dyed, Peace Love and The Alamo t-shirt she chose at the end of the tour.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was one of our most favorite little trips together and we had lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-3906426703520033206?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3906426703520033206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-san-antone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3906426703520033206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3906426703520033206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-san-antone.html' title='Trip to San Antone'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SvLwYH4kuQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_aVk0-cKGWQ/s72-c/IMG_1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-8465960580985662463</id><published>2009-09-19T16:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:13:20.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleader Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SrVXNyA1GgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0vuiOFyHynE/s1600-h/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SrVXNyA1GgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0vuiOFyHynE/s200/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383304823866464770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SrVV4VThNRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mcpkyakMseU/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SrVV4VThNRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/mcpkyakMseU/s200/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383303355871343890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SrVV3tVR6oI/AAAAAAAAAOs/B2kJZPhXIvA/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SrVV3tVR6oI/AAAAAAAAAOs/B2kJZPhXIvA/s200/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383303345141312130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SrVV2_OIoYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/18vCkPyu-uI/s1600-h/IMG_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SrVV2_OIoYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/18vCkPyu-uI/s200/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383303332763312514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowery had an awesome first game today cheering for the Jets (who won, by the way).  She really had a good time and all of the girls did great.  She was not shy (shocker) and gave those cheers 100%.  After watching the coaches and parents of the 9 year olds we were cheering on, we were very glad to have a girl cheering instead of a boy playing.  Intense! 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Everyone's telling us that it's just Texas and the summer.  I don't care what it is, I'm ready to move back to Springdale TODAY.  Our first visitor, if you remember the post a couple of months ago, was a snake in the pool.  It was gross, creepy - but I got over it, that happens in pools.  Next was the ant invasion.  Started a couple of weeks ago.  They were everywhere. Inside the house.  We've had the pest control people out multiple times - today was the 5th.  We're bff with the service man now.  One night I was laying there in bed and felt my hand hurting.  Turns out the fire ants were in our BED, on MY side - lots of them.  I haven't gotten over that yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, construction began on a new home right behind us.  Always count on that to stir things up.  We've got a great colony of ear wigs outside among the rocks, but that I can handle as long as they're outside.  Then on Saturday Lowery and Steve were swimming in the pool - I heard him yelling for Lowery to get out "NOW" - I assumed it was another snake.  Wrong.  Way wrong.  Just take a little look at the pic.  I can't handle it.  I'm done.  Packing up and moving back today.  See you all soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SpK7I232NlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yKMu6tmm9K0/s200/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373563066249524818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just in case you want to tell yourself it's a cute raccoon, it's not.   Positively, 100% RAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-5473159327617399432?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5473159327617399432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-texas-wildlife-in-backyard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5473159327617399432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5473159327617399432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-texas-wildlife-in-backyard.html' title='More Texas Wildlife in the Backyard'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SpK7I232NlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yKMu6tmm9K0/s72-c/IMG_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-5584430051479960273</id><published>2009-08-23T19:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:42:31.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SpHhPeAR50I/AAAAAAAAAOU/bZnT0FEWthU/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SpHhPeAR50I/AAAAAAAAAOU/bZnT0FEWthU/s200/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373323486298236738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our friends the Kennedys.  They are en route now to Malawi, Africa on an exciting mission from God.  Please look to the right at my blog links and go to the Kenendys for more information on their amazing journey.  Erin, Zach and their four children - twins Catherine and Easton, Sophie and Addis - need your prayers on this journey.  They will be fulfilling God's instructions to care for orphans in Malawi.  Their life will be much different than here in the states and they will have many obstacles.  But their reward will be life-changing.  Those you who know us know we love this family and they are so special to us.  Please keep them on your prayer list for the next two months, until we bring them safely home.  Catherine and Easton, Lowery misses you (see pic of Lowery with Catherine - front - and their friend Estella Dru).  Thanks, friends!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-5584430051479960273?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5584430051479960273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5584430051479960273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5584430051479960273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray...'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SpHhPeAR50I/AAAAAAAAAOU/bZnT0FEWthU/s72-c/IMG_0661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-8087706255701278696</id><published>2009-08-20T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:02:31.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PD4k78rI/AAAAAAAAAOM/60zeyE4QsHc/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PD4k78rI/AAAAAAAAAOM/60zeyE4QsHc/s200/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372107227412558514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PDcI569I/AAAAAAAAAOE/j-mPB-KsrWY/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PDcI569I/AAAAAAAAAOE/j-mPB-KsrWY/s200/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372107219778792402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PC9_IpwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Hxur0NrQvLY/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PC9_IpwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Hxur0NrQvLY/s200/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372107211684751106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PCbnm2gI/AAAAAAAAAN0/X_ehoJR2o9I/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PCbnm2gI/AAAAAAAAAN0/X_ehoJR2o9I/s200/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372107202459261442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here we are to join the masses for the first day of school picture craze - Lowery in all of her uniform splendor.  Uniform plus hot pink nails and a Hannah Montana backpack.  She was very excited and had an awesome first day - she was completely wired when I picked her up.  I thought for sure she would crash when she got home, but somehow she made it through some Wii bowling and some swimming before her meltdown during dinner.  All in all a good day.  Her favorite part of the day?  Designing teddy bear outfits with "curdoy" - took me a while to figure out it was corduroy.  Least favorite part - playing outside in 98 degree weather.  Said her "neck got hot" (get used to it honey, it's Dallas).  Hope everyone had a great day!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-8087706255701278696?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8087706255701278696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8087706255701278696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8087706255701278696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-k.html' title='1st Day of K'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/So2PD4k78rI/AAAAAAAAAOM/60zeyE4QsHc/s72-c/IMG_0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-1996171212430764471</id><published>2009-08-18T22:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:04:00.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Girls Day Before School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5Z8mGjVI/AAAAAAAAANs/uvi27133Fbo/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5Z8mGjVI/AAAAAAAAANs/uvi27133Fbo/s200/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371520467239079250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5ZbsILAI/AAAAAAAAANk/efVDOhbKXvE/s1600-h/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5ZbsILAI/AAAAAAAAANk/efVDOhbKXvE/s200/IMG_0921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371520458405981186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5Yigf2ZI/AAAAAAAAANc/MvnS9HV3BaE/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5Yigf2ZI/AAAAAAAAANc/MvnS9HV3BaE/s200/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371520443056380306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5YHAlQNI/AAAAAAAAANU/2V8Z2SRBG4w/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5YHAlQNI/AAAAAAAAANU/2V8Z2SRBG4w/s200/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371520435674759378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5Xra4sfI/AAAAAAAAANM/IywaknZDU8I/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5Xra4sfI/AAAAAAAAANM/IywaknZDU8I/s200/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371520428268892658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm WAY behind on blogging - sorry!  We've been around the world the past two weeks - all over Arkansas and back several times, had company almost every night we've been here in Texas (which we've loved by the way) and are frantically getting ready for school.  Thank goodness my Mom has been here for support the last week or so, it's been absolutely hectic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we are getting ready for the 1st big day tomorrow - still wondering how in the world we are starting Kindergarten, much less in Texas at a school where we don't know a soul.  But it's all a part of this journey God has us on and we're enjoying the ride (for the most part).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we're settled a bit, I will do my best to keep up a little better with the blog.  I've already missed so much that I should have shared - Lowery's birthday festivities, our rent house "challenges" (if you haven't heard the ants story, just call and ask - it's better in person), additional trips to Six Flags, new dance place, etc.  But I've got to get back into it somewhere, so I'll share some pics of our last "girls day" before school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought there was no better way to begin our first day of an ultra-conservative private school than with a brand new layer of flashy hot-pink fingernail polish - so we headed to Sweet &amp;amp; Sassy for Lowery's first mini manicure/pedicure.  My Mom and I joined her and we had a blast - the only downer is that we couldn't finish off the mani/pedi with the glitter dust in the hair.  Thought that would be beyond the legal limits for school.  We then did a little shopping and had a great day together, just the girls.  I was looking at at Lowery's little feet during her pedi today - I used to have such horrible time finding shoes for her because of her little "pork chop" feet.  They were so fat and roly-poly, and we thought one of the reasons she walked so late was because her feet were just to short and stubby to hold her up.  Now, as the purple polish complete with white flowers was being applied, I looked at her long, slender feet.  I still think she's 2 or 3, not 5!  I can't believe how big she is and how she has grown into a little girl.  We're so thankful for her, and I have no idea what I'm going to do for 5 days a week with no baby girl!  Thank goodness there's the "Boohoo/Yahoo breakfast" tomorrow for other Moms like me, I will need reinforcement!  I will post pics tomorrow of our big first day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-1996171212430764471?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1996171212430764471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-girls-day-before-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1996171212430764471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1996171212430764471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-girls-day-before-school.html' title='Last Girls Day Before School'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sot5Z8mGjVI/AAAAAAAAANs/uvi27133Fbo/s72-c/IMG_0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-3087591526329793695</id><published>2009-07-22T21:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:58:35.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Week Back "Home" in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SmfMOIhKYPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/3n_wRReS6Zo/s200/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361478424584675570" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SmfMOfTA9KI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FK8wLT3LP9Q/s200/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361478430699353250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SmfQVhDnudI/AAAAAAAAAMs/t2qHm8HPA74/s1600-h/photo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SmfQVhDnudI/AAAAAAAAAMs/t2qHm8HPA74/s200/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361482949477251538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SmfQWZqKJXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9J5CvBnAzNg/s200/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361482964671276402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SmfRmZEApeI/AAAAAAAAANE/WFQFr_hhjsI/s200/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361484338900805090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I thought about moving here earlier this spring, I dreamed of a week just like this past one in my head.  I don't know, though - even in that idealistic picture of life here in Dallas did I ever dream the weather would be as great as it has been here the past few days.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was somewhat worried on the trip home from Springdale that I would have this ache in my heart when we arrived back in Plano.  We had such a good time back in NWA and remembered what it felt like to be truly home.  But somehow, thank you Lord, it felt like home as well as soon we got here.  It's even been better as the week has gone on.  Monday started off rough because it was stormy and rainy (so we couldn't get in the pool).  But Lowery had received an early birthday present from friends Rachel and Lauryn that was perfect for a rainy day - a teapot set that you design and paint yourself.  Lowery was dying to get into it, so we spent the afternoon hard at work on our art.  Now, for those of you who know me well, I don't do art.  At the crafts camps when I was a girl my results were pitiful.  Ugly.  Not even my Mom puts them on display in her house.  I can picture in my mind what I want, but somewhere during the execution it goes terribly wrong.  Lowery decided on a watermelon/polka dot motif (to match her outfit that day) and I reluctantly agreed.  She actually did all of the painting herself, I just helped her with the polka dots and drew the watermelon shapes.  All in all I am very proud and think it turned out very cute (see pics).  This is a great gift for anyone looking for a good girl present.  She spent hours on it and has played with it nonstop since it dried.  Thanks Rach and Lauryn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the storms that day, something very unusual happened in Dallas.  Something I could never imagine would happen in July - it cooled off.  Last night we went to the Coldplay concert at an outdoor amp theater in Dallas. We had predicted profuse sweating and misery, but were pleasantly surprised.  I was also pleasantly surprised that our friend Gabe took the extra ticket we had while in town for a business meeting.  We had a blast - all of you who know Gabe know that things are always more interesting with him around.  We had a lot of laughs, especially during the two horrible bands that opened for Coldplay.  Finally, around 9:07 to Gabe's estimation, Coldplay finally began.  There was lightning in the distance, a cool breeze blowing and as they took the stage to "Life in Technicolor" I knew it was a Dallas memory I will remember for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today things just got better.  I don't know about for Steve because he doesn't share my love of amusement parks, but for me it was a wonderful day.  Since we lost the whole month of June for our Six Flags season passes to the broken arm, I had said the first day it was somewhere below 100 degrees we would go.  That was today.  The high was 90, can you believe it?  And it felt amazing outside - no humidity, cloud coverage, perfect.  We spent about 4 hours at the park and had a blast.  Lowery rode her first roller coaster, the ancient white-wooden wonder Judge Roy Scream, and loved it.  There was no one there - we were literally the only ones on the Mine Train, and we even got a free Texas Longhorn basketball from a generous security guard.  There were only a couple of downers: #1 -Lowery definitely did NOT earn her drivers license on the antique cars (pic).  #2 - Our stupid decision to not don our ponchos for the Rapids ride.  Big mistake, as we got completely soaked.  Lowery ended up riding home in nothing but her panties (is that against a law?) because her clothes were soaking wet and cold.  Anyway, we got home and rested for a while and then headed to the Hawaiian Falls waterpark with the Blacks.  The kids were so cold and the water was so cold they were shaking.  Brooke's lips were blue.  In July.  In Dallas.  Crazy.  Stacy and I had a nice colon cleansing from the "Hawaiian Half Pipe" tube ride and Lowery and Steve flipped in another tube ride, but other than that it was a great ending to a great day.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, a perfect week here in the big city.  Just what I hoped it would be - lots to do, lots of fun to have - and even the unexpected blessing of cool weather at the end of July.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-3087591526329793695?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3087591526329793695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SmUCAMMlcQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pZjgKL9LkRg/s1600-h/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SmUCAMMlcQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pZjgKL9LkRg/s200/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360693133751709954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major event of our visit last week to Springdale?  You guessed it (by the photos), the Gentry Drive Through Safari.   Can you believe it was Lowery's first time?  I know, I don't know how we made it through her 4 years in Northwest Arkansas without going there.  But we made up for lost time last Saturday.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip home last week was amazing - God even made the weather unbelievably perfect to remind us of where our real home is.  We had a blast with everyone - thanks to everyone who made time to see us.  The laughter was indeed some much needed medicine for my homesickness, and Lowery played so hard everyday with her old running buddies that she nearly fell out.  Our trip was a success - clean teeth, fresh hair cuts and school shots were all checked off the list.  And all of those things made us very out of place at the Gentry zoo on Saturday - ha!  Seriously, we had such a good time with everyone.  It seemed like years since we had seen our friends and we had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the weather was perfect on Saturday, although a little too chilly for swimming, we decided to join The Peters family on a safari (thanks to Scott for maneuvering us through the emus, camels and potholes).  I hadn't been there in so many years I had all but forgotten all of the details.  Steve was thoroughly impressed and Lowery was in awe - it was a great time.  Our ear drums were shot from the girls screaming any time an emu came remotely close to the car (video), but other than that there were no injuries.  We did as we were told and stayed away from the ornery Kangaroo and all were safe.  Playing with the lion cub was my highlight of the day.  The green llama (see picture), who was a little worse for the wear after a bath in the algae pond, was not.  My little rule follower was also in rare form, refusing to throw the stale hot dog buns out to the camels due to the warnings at the entrance gate to not feed the animals.  Sorry, Lowery, you missed out on some good ole' camel saliva on the wind shield.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a fabulous week and we can't wait to get back again!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8219c3ea9812e22" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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at Florida with my parents and extended family.  It's our annual trip that we've taken since I was 4 - we've even gone to the very same place all of these years.  Of course we've spent each year the past 10 or so talking about finding a new place, but we always end up back at the familiar.  Good ole' "Latitude 29, The Best Backyard at the Beach" - between Rosemary Beach and Panama City Beach.  What can we say, old habits die hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By far the favorite part of the trip for me is watching Lowery with her beloved "cousins."  She thinks the sun rises and sets with these guys - and it's understandable, they are some great kids.  I am very proud of each of them.  Lowery laughs with them and tries to keep up with the "big kids" - I fear she mostly bugs them, but they are sweet and let her hang in with them anyway.  Our favorite highlights - them playing the "movie" game in the pool, Lowery and the girls singing Taylor Swift, Hannah and other Disney favorites (along with a great hoedown throwdown performance in the baby pool by Jansen and Susannah - I have it on video girls, just wait til your Senior Party) and their "Paparazzi" group at Bayou Bill's (they all discovered their inner photographer while waiting for a table).  The Justice shopping trip, the delicious fresh fish, crab hunting, the magic man at Treasure Ship, I could go on and on. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I always go into depression after this trip because I enjoy being around the family for a week.  It was especially hard this year, when coming "home" felt a little different (because where is home for me anyway right now?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a great time was had by all.  Here are some pics.  Glad to be back!  We are looking forward to being in Northwest Arkansas next week (Wednesday through the weekend) and can't wait to see everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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our 7th anniversary!!  I am so blessed to have Steve, he is a wonderful husband and father.  I know my Mother began praying for my husband when I was very young, and that is the only reason I can imagine why God blessed me with him.  I couldn't ask for anything more.  And the number one clue that he's amazing?  I'm the happiest when I'm with him.  He provides everything I need.  He also is a great provider for Lowery.  I think she gets her independence and confidence because of Steve's attention and affection towards her.  Steve follows the bible on how to be a husband and father and that is all I could ever wish for.   Plus, most of you know Steve well.  Can you imagine the entertainment and comedy (and harassment) I get on a daily basis?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a simple day together - church, lunch at cheesecake factory and an afternoon of na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps and playing in the pool.  All in all a good day.  Our big plans to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night?  Well, I think all of the 4 people w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e know well in Dallas are busy so we will have a family anniversary celebration.  Brenda/Carla, please come visit soon so your kids can have a romantic night out.  Ha!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-Uwsnc33I/AAAAAAAAAK8/BuSQZ4P1PcA/s200/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158446670700402" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-UxeIlp-I/AAAAAAAAALM/GoDnIyTT9us/s200/IMG_0663.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158459963025378" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-3409245056037567675</id><published>2009-06-22T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:44:59.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming with the cast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-KoTuea0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/o1IyzwkxAnY/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-KoTuea0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/o1IyzwkxAnY/s200/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350147307434044226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-KoKTnKOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/T68xWxHWxX8/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-KoKTnKOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/T68xWxHWxX8/s200/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350147304905451746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-KnohP8VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zdE5G_Isq1I/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-KnohP8VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zdE5G_Isq1I/s200/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350147295835844946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't pretty (and neither am I in these lovely pool glamour shots), but we have tried to let Lowery get somewhat in the pool the last week.  We take a plastic bag and tape it around her cast.  She props it up on a towel on the side of the pool.  She can walk around and play on the steps - she has these plastic fairies and mermaids that can keep her busy for an hour or so in their underwater "world" on the steps.  Or sometimes she gets on the raft and floats with me, which she calls the "lazy river."  I know I am pushing it letting her get close to the water  -  and only one slip would be all she wrote and the cast would be soaked.  But it is getting really hot here and I feel sorry for her, not being able to swim.  Plus, it's the last few days in the cast so I figure it can't do so much damage if it gets wet.  Only 3 more days to go in this thing - counting down to cast removal and beach!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-3409245056037567675?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3409245056037567675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming-with-cast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3409245056037567675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3409245056037567675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming-with-cast.html' title='Swimming with the cast'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sj-KoTuea0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/o1IyzwkxAnY/s72-c/IMG_0755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6406369763012963365</id><published>2009-06-19T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:27:21.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Homesick</title><content type='html'>All of you Northwest Arkansas friends, I am missing you!  Not that I didn't miss you before now, but it is tough today (for some reason, I'm not sure).  We have been having such a great time here, but I am ready for a visit home.  I miss the church, I miss friends.  I miss Chick-Fil-A Fridays, my "counseling" sessions during Lowery's dance/gymnastics and Sundays.  I miss my little Lawson, Rachel and Lauryn and my baby Abbi Springer.  I miss cooking in my kitchen at home, and even miss Marketplace.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done pretty well until now.  I think not getting to come home in May like we planned (because of Lowery's arm) hurt things - I just haven't been back there as soon as I thought I would.  We were so busy there, always surrounded by friends and activity.  The down time here has been good and we have had so much wonderful time together as a family, just the three of us. But it can't replace the time with good friends who are like family and I am ready to see everyone!  We will probably be there middle of July and I am counting the days.  I miss and love all of you and I am sad today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6406369763012963365?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6406369763012963365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-homesick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6406369763012963365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6406369763012963365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-homesick.html' title='A Little Homesick'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-440818617628922664</id><published>2009-06-13T12:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:12:32.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http:/http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPiSN_4wOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S0zctpfAcmo/s200/IMG_0747.JPG/2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPiSN_4wOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S0zctpfAcmo/s200/IMG_0747.JPG'/><title type='text'>Me, The Pool and a Ssss. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPlbMLIqMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0oCaRuzJZtI/s1600-h/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I can barely say it because the whole incident and its bad memories come flooding back. But, yes, I was in the pool yesterday with a snake.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was major flooding and damage around here with all of the storms on Wednesday, which is what I am hoping caused the snake to be near the house.  Anyhow, the story goes like this: Lowery was down for a nap and Steve was home for lunch so I decided to try and get some sun.  I pull the raft over to the side, get on and begin my - what is supposed to be relaxing - time in the sun.  I'm floating around and notice some dirt on one of the side tiles.  I started looking around to the other tiles and that's when I spotted it.  Its head sticking straight out from the cover of a drain on the side of the pool, about a FOOT away from me.  I'm frantic - I start paddling backwards towards the step and that's when it slithered in the water WITH me - and all "you know what" broke loose.  I don't know really how I got off that raft and to the steps, but let's just say it wasn't pretty.  And if a movie camera would have been rolling I'd be $10,000 richer courtesy of America's Funniest Home Videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all of my flailing, splashing and screaming, Steve runs out.  I muster a throaty, drawn out scream of "Sssnnnaakke." Steve now looks worse than me. What now?  We know we need to kill it, but how?  With what?  We don't have a lot of tools, no hatchet handy.  You know us, we're not nature people.  Don't build things, have tools around.  We're sports people, we like sports. Not snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPlbuhbuOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_C8Dqe2X9vU/s200/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346869447126399202" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve tries to trap it with the pool cleaner-net.  He does, then instructs me to go look for something to actually kill him with. What did I come up with?  The biggest kitchen knife we have. Please see picture of said murder weapon.  The snake swims in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPlbWuWIWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/R2YcqSALAXE/s200/IMG_0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346869440738107746" /&gt;the filter basket - it took all of the courage me and Steve had to take the filter top off.  Then we got another surprise, along with the snake were two brown and slimy frogs. What is this, wildlife aquarium?  We're both hollering now - I trap the snake with the net pole and Steve reaches down and cuts the head off with the kitchen knife.  Not pretty, but over.  Of course you know the worst part - the way the body keeps slithering around after the head is gone.  This totally creeps us out and its a while before we (I mean Steve) can muster enough composure to actually lift the filter basket and take it to the grass out back and dump it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPla1Z-jYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DtoJTBKv9ao/s200/IMG_0746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346869431794306434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always prided myself of not being that afraid of snakes - spiders are my terror.  But that has changed, and I am freaked out beyond words.  How will I enjoy the pool again?  Will it ever be the same?  I'm a mess, I'm disturbed.  Granted, it was pretty small - a baby.  BUT WHERE IS THE MOTHER??  Help me!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-440818617628922664?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/440818617628922664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-pool-and-ssss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/440818617628922664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/440818617628922664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-pool-and-ssss.html' title='Me, The Pool and a Ssss. . . .'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjPlbuhbuOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_C8Dqe2X9vU/s72-c/IMG_0742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-5584168776459132673</id><published>2009-06-12T20:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:18:25.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMIqEGlmeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bitC7vB9EBA/s200/IMG_0674.JPG'/><title type='text'>Cast #2</title><content type='html'>Well we are officially in Cast #2.  After three 1/2 weeks in the original neon pink, above- the-elbow cast, we moved on to a shorter cast.  Lowery did great getting the original one removed - or shall I say sawed off (first picture).  She has debated for a week on the &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMEyYi-4PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/C_STqrkvAcs/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346622446248059122" /&gt;color of the new cast, and she finally chose El Dorado Wildcat purple.  The bones are healing and she is right on track - thank goodness she did not require surgery.  Although I'm still trying to figure out how a simple cartwheel did so much damage.  She has really been good throughout the entire ordeal.  No whining, complaining, and not one mention of itching.  We are proud of her.  Two more weeks in this purple cast and then we will finally be able to go&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMGVJ7F-iI/AAAAAAAAAII/1B0gUlk5lHQ/s200/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346624143129704994" /&gt; to a removable brace, which means summer can finally resume for us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't blogged much lately because, to be honest, life with a 4 year old in a cast can be pretty boring.  No swimming, no parks, no jumping, climbing or sliding.  We have managed to visit the zoo two more times - taken each set of grandparents.  We also visited the Dallas World Aquarium, which was fun.  All in all, despite the broken arm, we are loving life here in Dallas so far.  We miss NW Arkansas and especially our friends and church, but so far we are blessed to have another place that is also beginning to feel like home.  Here are a few pictures from the zoo trips and aquarium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMIqZ0vMhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EKurVIIGb8Q/s200/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346626707198521874" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMIqoTqwMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vH8ZJnl-TIo/s200/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346626711086350530" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMIqEGlmeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bitC7vB9EBA/s200/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346626701367810530" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMIpwdLfBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AFrq-uxZlHs/s200/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346626696093858834" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMIptJvmGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/grJ9dwXwsGU/s200/IMG_0673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346626695207032930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-5584168776459132673?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5584168776459132673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/cast-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5584168776459132673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/5584168776459132673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/06/cast-2.html' title='Cast #2'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SjMEyYi-4PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/C_STqrkvAcs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6947027861264219192</id><published>2009-05-19T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:43:18.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckle Fracture of the Distal Radius and Distal Ulna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9SD-gf7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kk80tM9wXrU/s1600-h/photo-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9SD-gf7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kk80tM9wXrU/s200/photo-17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337606995134414770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9SH7yW7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ym0C4bbF6Ks/s1600-h/photo-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9SH7yW7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ym0C4bbF6Ks/s200/photo-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337606996196744114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9R5VRDNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GiLlF8gFO1M/s1600-h/photo-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9R5VRDNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/GiLlF8gFO1M/s200/photo-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337606992277081298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9RiOHGLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Fb6mqyWsS0Y/s1600-h/photo-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9RiOHGLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Fb6mqyWsS0Y/s200/photo-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337606986073053362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9RfxSXyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HBWlxNfFAs0/s1600-h/photo-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9RfxSXyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HBWlxNfFAs0/s200/photo-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337606985415286562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that means??  All I know is it is a bad break, but Lowery is making it fine.  The culprit?  Cartwheels.  Thought she was getting to be a pro, but her brief but bright gymnastics career has been cut short due to a nasty injury.  She first hurt her arm on this past Friday while we were in El Dorado, but it did not swell nor did she act like anything was wrong.  But on Sunday night, we heard screaming and crying and she said she had tried another cartwheel and hurt it again.  Then it began swelling and she was favoring it - wouldn't use it to do anything.  I contemplated taking her to the ER on Sunday night, but with the swine flu and all here I decided against it (wrong move, in hindsight).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday morning, she couldn't even get out of bed by herself or use it at all.  Then the fun began - trying to find a pediatrician who would see us since were not yet established patients.  Finally I found a great clinic that was so nice and agreed to see her (Thank you, Lord)  - I am still thinking it's a sprain at this point.  Even after we saw the pediatrician who told me to expect a fracture, I still wasn't sure.  We went to an imaging center yesterday afternoon for the X-Rays.  They gave us the films, which of course we tried to review in the parking lot - and we immediately saw two breaks.  Turns out the one we saw was just one of them, there was another in the bone up closer to her wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we got the formal news from the doc late yesterday that is was fractured and that we needed to see an orthopedist.  They had hoped to get us in last night because it needed to be stabilized, but they couldn't get her in.  So, the doctor gave us orders on how to make a homemade splint.  We found a box and cut sections of cardboard out, wrapped them in wash cloths and wrapped her arm in an ace bandage (last pic).  We actually got props on it from the orthopedist people this morning - ha!  She slept fine and we went to the orthopedist this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He explained her breaks really well, but I can't remember all of what he said.  The bad news is that her bone "slipped" and they are not certain the cast will stop the slipping.  They gave her a cast that goes above her elbow and we will find out in a week if we need surgery (small chance) to set the bone back straight.  Let's hope not!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for the first time in our lives when we have a pool, Lowery is out of commission.  She will have the large cast on for 3 weeks, then get recast in a smaller one for several weeks.  There goes the month of June!  Worst part, the doctor gave a NO to her dancing in her recital this Saturday :(  No yellow polka dot bikini performance for her.  Other than being upset about the recital, she is doing good and not in much pain.  Say a prayer for us for the long weeks to come with this cast and that we won't need surgery!  Also, she was very brave - did not cry once while they were bending the cast while they set it.  The doctor and nurse kept looking at us with amazement and said she was really tough, that she did better than most adults.  But, you can see by the look on her face in the pictures, it wasn't exactly fun!   I am proud of our little girl, eve if professional gymnastics is not in her future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6947027861264219192?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6947027861264219192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/buckle-fracture-of-distal-radius-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6947027861264219192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6947027861264219192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/buckle-fracture-of-distal-radius-and.html' title='Buckle Fracture of the Distal Radius and Distal Ulna'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShL9SD-gf7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/kk80tM9wXrU/s72-c/photo-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-8838931226768895829</id><published>2009-05-18T21:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:57:14.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags &amp; Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShIc0HScUnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UvsFW9LYwJQ/s1600-h/photo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShIc0HScUnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UvsFW9LYwJQ/s200/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337360190022636146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShIcz76tBaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R8fzqtscFP0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShIcz76tBaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/R8fzqtscFP0/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337360186970277282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great weekend!  Rain or shine, we had a lot of fun.  My cousins Brandi and Kandi and their families joined us for a Dallas weekend.  There were 10 of us all together so it was a house full!  Lowery looked at me at one point and said, "There sure are a lot of people in our house - and I love it!"  She always loves to have her "cousins" around - and with Jansen, Isbabel, Abbi &amp;amp; Tyler all here for the weekend she was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain and storms ruined our original plan of Six Flags on Saturday, but we did what all girls do when it rains and headed to the mall.  We had a good time at Stonebriar - complete with Build A Bear (a bunny, bear and puppy to be exact) - and a great dinner at Cheesecake Factory (our favorite).  We were crazy and let the kids swim in the pool that night even though it was 60 degrees outside - and even with the water heated in the pool it was still cold.  But they had a ball and threw fits when we made them get out.  The rain on Saturday gave way to an absolutely beautiful day on Sunday - sunny and warm, in the mid-70's.  It was gorgeous, a prime day to head to the park.  No crowds and just enough sun to add a little heat made it near perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite highlights - us all screaming at each other on the Conquistador (the large pirate ship that swings back and forth), the never-ending search for the open log-flume line, the unexpected soak on AquaMan and the Rapids.  My lowlight - the Texas Chute Out, where I hung by only a flimsy parachute that was full of holes 20 stories above the park.  Kandi and I were about to have heart attacks, but Lowery and Abbi loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pics - granted our kids had NO idea who Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and friends were, but anywhere there's a character Lowery has a smile and a hug for them (even if it's not Disney). We hated to see the family go on Sunday - the evening without them was lonely.  And, things got worse after they left with an unexpected "twist" - more like two fractures in both of the bones in Lowery's lower arm, but that is another post.  More to come soon. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-8838931226768895829?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8838931226768895829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8838931226768895829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/six-flags-family.html' title='Six Flags &amp; Family'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/ShIc0dyJplI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HDOqeqVR2jU/s72-c/photo-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-2607361209240687210</id><published>2009-05-06T09:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:55:26.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home. . .Kind Of</title><content type='html'>We arrived back at Plano last night after a lovely day of driving in rain and storms.  Can I say that I hate Oklahoma roads - for those of you from Oklahoma, I don't mean to insult you because it is a beautiful and lovely state.  But PLEASE write your government and tell them to help Highway 69!  I swear we felt like we had been on some gyration machine, like the ones that are supposed to help get rid of cellulite.  And I drank three large cups of water with lemon with lunch before we left NW Arkansas so that just added to the misery.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, we made it fine and it felt good to be back here.  Always a little bizarre because it feels like home, although maybe not my home.  But it was nice to be back again - and I remembered to bring the silverware this time so we don't have to eat our breakfast cereal with measuring spoons this week.  It is stormy here today so I don't know that we will get any swimming in, but I am planning on heading to Central Market soon to see what I am going to "cook" for dinner this week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be here until Saturday and then we are going to visit El Dorado for a few days and visit my grandmother and family for Mother's Day.  I'm sure Lowery will have another white-girl moment any time now so I will post something a little more interesting with pics or video very soon. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-2607361209240687210?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2607361209240687210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2607361209240687210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-home-kind-of.html' title='Back Home. . .Kind Of'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6521628032816181730</id><published>2009-05-03T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:41:49.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"White Girl" Bubble Fun</title><content type='html'>Watch the video. . .We obviously need to work on the "break down" moves before the upcoming dance recital. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b45ce9d7473f95c5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db45ce9d7473f95c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331047233%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26D4AF7AC5DB337EF34DDFCC1FEC54F394068C6A.5845C877E3EEA5914CD765C54945E3C62E06236D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db45ce9d7473f95c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df0ePYZ-n8K2qXA_VFKbyNlr5O-U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db45ce9d7473f95c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331047233%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26D4AF7AC5DB337EF34DDFCC1FEC54F394068C6A.5845C877E3EEA5914CD765C54945E3C62E06236D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db45ce9d7473f95c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df0ePYZ-n8K2qXA_VFKbyNlr5O-U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6521628032816181730?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b45ce9d7473f95c5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6521628032816181730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-girl-bubble-fun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6521628032816181730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6521628032816181730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/white-girl-bubble-fun.html' title='&quot;White Girl&quot; Bubble Fun'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-4711833309175760400</id><published>2009-05-02T16:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:39:14.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Confident" Love Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrlVSibI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GAFnn6sFf1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrlVSibI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GAFnn6sFf1Y/s200/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331354510957906354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrWeSwvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eOoqRypnO44/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrWeSwvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eOoqRypnO44/s200/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331354506969137906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrTXdCgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-n77Bna21lM/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrTXdCgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-n77Bna21lM/s200/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331354506135144962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrHWPvPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IE0VDj1zMHc/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrHWPvPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IE0VDj1zMHc/s200/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331354502908853490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGq1vKKaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8gnpjOY0GYY/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGq1vKKaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8gnpjOY0GYY/s200/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331354498181507490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowery's K-4 Spring Program was Thursday - the "love bug" program.  It was so cute and they all were precious.  All of the kids did great and we loved the little songs and motions.  It was a great performance by everyone.  Also, each child in K-4 was assigned a character trait award - a trait that best describes their gift they have used to God's will the past year.  Lowery's award was "Self-Confident."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE:  Some of you know that I was a little worried about Lowery's award at first, thinking that maybe it was code for "over-confident."  But I have talked it over with friends and her teacher and am feeling very good about this award.  I am very proud of her and am so glad that she has self-confidence (Lord knows I did not - let's only hope she can keep it through the 5th grade phase where she'll have rabbit teeth, bad hair and beginner's makeup syndrome.)   Of course I made a mountain out of a mole hill, us Moms are good at doing that, and am very proud and pleased (as I always am with our little love bug).  Thanks for all of you who talked sense into me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-4711833309175760400?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4711833309175760400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-confident-love-bug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4711833309175760400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/4711833309175760400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-confident-love-bug.html' title='Our &quot;Confident&quot; Love Bug'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfzGrlVSibI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GAFnn6sFf1Y/s72-c/IMG_0662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-7077023468283119211</id><published>2009-05-02T16:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:49:15.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ft. Worth Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_kZvBEnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jvV9_BSh4OE/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_kZvBEnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jvV9_BSh4OE/s200/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331346691004109426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_j_aHkJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wWTj86wJC3E/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_j_aHkJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wWTj86wJC3E/s200/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331346683937132690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_jVlsWyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HAVZCEhG1Tg/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_jVlsWyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HAVZCEhG1Tg/s200/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331346672711392034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_jPLikXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8zVukCPiSi8/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_jPLikXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8zVukCPiSi8/s200/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331346670991085938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_i0WoqlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Fj7LTXYXK3g/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_i0WoqlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Fj7LTXYXK3g/s200/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331346663789865554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ALL of you that are going to visit us in Dallas, let me just say that if you're bringing the kids the Ft. Worth Zoo is something to consider visiting!  We went last weekend and had a wonderful time.  I am shocked that Lowery chose that as her first "outing" in Dallas - we gave her the option of Six Flags, American Girl store or the zoo.  We thought of course she would choose Six Flags, but she surprised us with the zoo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zoo is really great - the animals are good and the viewing areas for the animals are really good as well.  It was cloudy and cool the morning we went, which helped the animals to be out and about.  But the zoo is laid out really well and has lots of shade - and also has some really good places to eat for a nice lunch (not your typical zoo food).  The only trouble we had was with the poor little train - we tried to ride it twice.  It just couldn't go.  So we will look forward to that next on the next visit and try to lose some weight to help it along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our favorite animals of the day were the elephants (some were doing tricks so that was fun), the lions, the white tigers and the birds (they have this neat inside exhibit where you can go in and feed them), the meerkats and the kissing orangutans.   Did not love the "herpetarium" - snakes, lizards and such.  Creepy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-7077023468283119211?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7077023468283119211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/ft-worth-zoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7077023468283119211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7077023468283119211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/05/ft-worth-zoo.html' title='Ft. Worth Zoo'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/Sfy_kZvBEnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jvV9_BSh4OE/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6901197126186628639</id><published>2009-04-27T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:10:53.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Digs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmnIaNIcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0VsHhdQYZ9U/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmnIaNIcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0VsHhdQYZ9U/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329419294009532866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmm9oqX1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UE9zQ6MNwrc/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmm9oqX1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/UE9zQ6MNwrc/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329419291117379410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmmhHgdbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ldh0Z33pfQk/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmmhHgdbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ldh0Z33pfQk/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329419283462124978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmmRFk76I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gr1MUzoa2KU/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmmRFk76I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gr1MUzoa2KU/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329419279159062434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was about time to share a few things about our set up in Dallas.  We are so blessed to have two places to call "home."  I was really fearful in the beginning that I would feel stretched across two states (that dislike each other I might add) and that, in the end, neither one would feel like home.  But, after my first full week in Dallas, I am happy to report that the Dallas house has a cozy feel to it - and that when I returned to Springdale yesterday it also offered a sense of home and comforted me with its familiarity.  So, here I am in a bizarre life that seems surreal at most times, with half of my belongings in Texas and the other half in Arkansas.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live very close to Frisco but actually have a Plano address.  We only live about 5 minutes from the large Stonebriar Center mall in Frisco (all of the girls say holla).  My family has a tradition of a Christmas shopping trip that my grandfather started with his daughters about 20 years ago.  Every December he would take my Mom and her sisters to Dallas, give them their Christmas money to shop with and turn them loose.  He would find a parking place on a bench in the mall and hold their sacks.  It was a great opportunity for them to get all of their Christmas shopping done without kids and at stores that don't exist in Arkansas, much less El Dorado.  Those trips hold special memories for my Mom and my aunts.  So about 7 years ago the granddaughters decided to invite themselves along for the fun.  The mall location has changed throughout the years, and when the granddaughters joined they decided on Frisco.  I say all that to explain that in all of the times I walked through Stonebriar with my family, I never dreamed I would someday live a couple of miles from there.  Just blows my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it is reality now and - for the most part - I am really enjoying it.  Last week was our first full week there and Steve's first week of work.  For those who do not know, he accepted a temporary assignment from his company (Saatchi) to work with their client Frito Lay there in Plano.  We are to be there for a year to 18 months (we will see what part of THAT is reality!).  His first week went well, just odd as he is beginning everything anew.  But so far so good with him.  My emotions were very mixed last week.  It was both a little unnerving and liberating to go from a lot of responsibilities to none.  I sat there last week, feeling like I should be doing something - don't I have a dance class to get to, a bible study lesson to work on, people to meet at Chick-Fil-A for lunch??  But, nothing.  Not one commitment, not one thing on my calendar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what did I do?  Well, I'm not sure if it was depression setting in or that feeling of vacation - you know the one where you want to just forget the outside world - but I proceeded to do nothing except sit outside, swim and eat the entire week.  The weather was great - warm without humidity and a nice breeze.  So it was good to be outside - Lowery and I lived outside every day, swimming and eating lunch.  It sounds good, I know, but in a way it was very lonely.  We were vegging out not necessarily because we wanted to, but because we literally didn't have anything else to do.  Know the difference?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that I have the week of doing nothing out of my system, our next two week stay will be much more productive.  I will get Lowery set up in dance and gymnastics, we will find a small group at Prestonwood, hopefully get together with some friends and get back into a life.   And when I tell all of you to come visit, I really mean it!  We really want people to come see us - take advantage of a free place to stay in Dallas.  Because we already miss all of you. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6901197126186628639?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6901197126186628639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/dallas-digs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6901197126186628639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6901197126186628639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/dallas-digs.html' title='Dallas Digs'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SfXmnIaNIcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0VsHhdQYZ9U/s72-c/IMG_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-2919475278311248888</id><published>2009-04-27T11:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:16:39.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The DeVore Blog Revived/The Shark Ate Steve</title><content type='html'>Please, no one fall out. . .I know, you happened to check my blog to see if there has been a new entry since SEPTEMBER and low and behold there IS!  Hello blog world, once again.  Of course with our new life kicking up in Dallas, it is essential to have this blog back to life to keep up with everyone.  I wish I could say I had a solid excuse for taking a six month break from blogging, but no such one exists.  I can only say that is now a priority and I will look forward to rejoining everyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you also may know that my husband was none too happy with the "Two DeVore Girls" theme I originally had.  He said it completely discounted him.  Sorry, honey - you are in fact the most important part of the two DeVore girls.  So consider yourself now included.  The problem is that I don't have a recent picture of the three of us - can you believe that?  So, I used a new one of me and Lowery from Disney in January and will claim for the time being that the shark ate Steve.  Soon I hope to have a lovely glamor shot of the three of us in our finest Olan Mills poses to paste up there, but for now an updated one of the girls will have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots to talk about, including our first week at Dallas complete with a trip to the Ft. Worth Zoo, so stay tuned for new updates.  But at least the DeVores are up and breathing again in the blog world!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-2919475278311248888?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2919475278311248888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/devore-blog-revivedthe-shark-ate-steve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2919475278311248888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2919475278311248888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/devore-blog-revivedthe-shark-ate-steve.html' title='The DeVore Blog Revived/The Shark Ate Steve'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-6797860255162189315</id><published>2008-09-24T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:46:07.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Hogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SNpgtSPUFvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D7cJAYb-mow/s1600-h/100_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SNpgtSPUFvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D7cJAYb-mow/s320/100_1425.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249614646760183538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SNpgtvbV93I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/psyMFs1AjWc/s1600-h/100_1426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SNpgtvbV93I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/psyMFs1AjWc/s320/100_1426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249614654595266418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Razorbacks didn't make it a very interesting game last Saturday, the weather was beautiful and we had a good time with my cousin Brandi, her husband Chuck and their two girls Jansen and Isabel.  Lowery is in heaven anytime she is with her "cousins" and they had a ball.  Since the game got pretty out of hand right in the first quarter (and people left early), there were empty seats around us so we could let the girls spread out and have a good time.  I fear that this Saturday's game at Texas will be even uglier than last week, but I will not be a fair-weather fan - so GO HOGS!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-6797860255162189315?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6797860255162189315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-hogs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6797860255162189315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/6797860255162189315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-hogs.html' title='Little Hogs'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SNpgtSPUFvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D7cJAYb-mow/s72-c/100_1425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-3045794367022601673</id><published>2008-09-03T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:24:07.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, time to blog!</title><content type='html'> It has been quite a long hiatus for the DeVore's on the blogging front.  It's been a crazy few days.  Labor Day weekend meant quite a lot of labor around our house.  Girls, you know what I'm talking about - when you have your husband home for three straight days there are things to get done!  We decided last Friday night - way too late I might add - to paint our guest bedroom.  That poor pitiful room has needed some work for a long, long time.  And do you notice how every time before you decide to paint you think it's going to be a piece of cake, it looks so easy.  And every time it turns into a nightmare??!!  It ended up taking us Friday evening, all Saturday and Sunday afternoon to paint the room and get it back together.  We had to take breaks for the Razorback game and church activities, but all in all it took days.  Oh, well - it's done and the room looks much better now (here is where I would have inserted before/after pictures if I would have thought to take them - just close your eyes and visualize khaki and red before to chocolate and green after - doesn't it look great?)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lowery began a new chapter in her dance career on Tuesday at Rhythm and Shoes dance studio in Tontitown.  Her first lesson at a new place went well - they did the standard Hokey Pokey, some galloping in a line - and did learn a new tap sequence that was nice.  I spent most of the time with Erin and Wendy trying to get shoes picked out for Lauryn, Catherine and Lowery.  We were striking out with either wrong sizes or out of stocks.  Again, could have been a little more prepared here and taken the camera for pictures of the girls.  Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are preparing to go to El Dorado for a visit to my family tomorrow - yes, I realize we chose to travel the state while it's covered up with a tropical depression, but they are counting on us so we will persevere.  Pray for our safety!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-3045794367022601673?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3045794367022601673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-time-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3045794367022601673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/3045794367022601673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-time-to-blog.html' title='Finally, time to blog!'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-8284926049182134504</id><published>2008-08-27T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:57:08.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so soccer is NOT our thing</title><content type='html'>Well, the All Clean Sparklers had their first real game yesterday evening.  I guess it would qualify as a real game, although the mercy rule could have been imposed at any time.  The Sparklers were more like the "Crybabies" as almost all of the girls on the team, save a couple, came off the field in tears.  And Lowery was in the lead. . .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got out there all fired up for the first 3-on-3 set but she was running off the field crying in a matter of minutes.   The other team was bigger, stronger, faster - our girls kicked it a foot and theirs kicked it down the field close to the goal.  We decided there must be a Chinese-gymnast-like conspiracy and demanded to see birth certificates, but to no avail.  I think the official score was something like 40 to 3.  The Cheetah Girls knocked us out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Lowery?  Well, she got in there and played twice - and 2 out of the 3 times resulted in a running off the field, crying meltdown.  We left the fields with her screaming in the car and we were all spent by the end of the evening.  We got home, Lowery calmed down and proclaimed that she would not be going back.  She only wanted to "watch" the other girls and drink Gatorade.  She said it was hot, she was sweating and she didn't like that too much.  So much for soccer being good exercise for her.  She said, confidently, "I only want to do gymnastics, dance and school.  Those are my 3 favorite things."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was worried about us being too busy - so God (and Lowery) just made it easy on us.  Steve is crushed, this was the one "sport" she was participating in and he watched her soccer dreams crash and burn in an ugly, temper-tantrum filled game.  Her short career was over before it even started, I think.  Yep, the All Clean Sparklers are down one teammate.  It's a sad, sad day. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-8284926049182134504?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8284926049182134504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-so-soccer-is-not-our-thing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8284926049182134504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8284926049182134504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-so-soccer-is-not-our-thing.html' title='Okay, so soccer is NOT our thing'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-7947874987304126127</id><published>2008-08-23T12:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:36:06.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut of All Clean Sparklers - First Soccer Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKPRI_12I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rDkw0KBqyag/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKPRI_12I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rDkw0KBqyag/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237767992791521122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKPg0CzEI/AAAAAAAAADE/MWL_GmpeSz0/s1600-h/IMG_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKPg0CzEI/AAAAAAAAADE/MWL_GmpeSz0/s320/IMG_2280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237767996998601794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKP8jrq9I/AAAAAAAAADM/2dE2b_D0O-0/s1600-h/IMG_2291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKP8jrq9I/AAAAAAAAADM/2dE2b_D0O-0/s320/IMG_2291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237768004446170066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKQHs2PxI/AAAAAAAAADU/hzbg5_nOn08/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKQHs2PxI/AAAAAAAAADU/hzbg5_nOn08/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237768007437401874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The All Clean Sparklers had their first game today!  Unfortunately, they got "all clean"from rain but the only sparkle came from lightning in the sky.  Lowery has been so excited for her first game - the team had a pizza party last night complete with pizza, soccer cookies - and they got all prepared with soccer tattoos, ribbons and uniforms.  Thanks Coach Kyle for such a great party and for getting us ready!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, all of the preparation could not hold off the weather.  The game was to be at 11:20. We showed up at 10:45 for warm up and the skies were threatening (check out the background in the pictures).  It rained a little on and off, but we were hoping it would "go around" us.  The girls got through warm up and had just started to play with the bottom fell out and the flood ensued.  Lightning was crashing everywhere as we made a mad dash for the car.  We wound up soaking wet, drowned rats.  Maybe it was God's way of keeping us from a loss, as we were already down 1 -0 in the early going.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, well - the girls had fun and it was a memorable first game.  We have another game on Tuesday and this time the Sparklers will prevail!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-7947874987304126127?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7947874987304126127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/debut-of-all-clean-sparklers-first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7947874987304126127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/7947874987304126127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/debut-of-all-clean-sparklers-first.html' title='Debut of All Clean Sparklers - First Soccer Game!'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SLBKPRI_12I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rDkw0KBqyag/s72-c/IMG_2282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-2473598362949010876</id><published>2008-08-21T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:21:15.226-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><title type='text'>First School-Day Meltdown</title><content type='html'>Well, Lowery had her fist official meltdown before school today.  She couldn't wake up and get out of bed and she was dragging.  I managed to get some breakfast down her and then we tried to get ready quickly.  The "fixing of the hair" put us over the edge.  I was bound and determined to do pig-tails today (bad choice).  It ended up in tears, with her sobbing, "I don't want to go to school!"  I thought, okay here we go.  Steve and I managed to get her out the door and into the car, with the help of faithful friend piggy.  I sat here in anticipation, anxiously awaiting the phone call from Steve to see if she actually made it in okay.  He called and said within minutes she was fine and proceeded to talk about some cows that she saw the whole ride to school.  She was happy to go in and was doing fine.  Whew, crisis somewhat averted.  I tried to get a picture during the sobbing, but she wouldn't go for it.  I will be happy to see her when I pick her up and will be glad to have a day off tomorrow!  Here's to sleeping in!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-2473598362949010876?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2473598362949010876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-school-day-meltdown.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2473598362949010876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2473598362949010876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-school-day-meltdown.html' title='First School-Day Meltdown'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-758026288738464698</id><published>2008-08-20T21:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:01:54.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Goldfish at this year's Grape Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzW-GQpzEI/AAAAAAAAACc/4J7hHPGKA3g/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzW-GQpzEI/AAAAAAAAACc/4J7hHPGKA3g/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236796829045738562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzWAcSJfqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mLBOaIPUQ34/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzWAcSJfqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mLBOaIPUQ34/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236795769805700770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzWAwAztDI/AAAAAAAAACE/J8hv_kYkBqk/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzWAwAztDI/AAAAAAAAACE/J8hv_kYkBqk/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236795775101678642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzWBGJV9WI/AAAAAAAAACM/xeWEo0Zftdw/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzWBGJV9WI/AAAAAAAAACM/xeWEo0Zftdw/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236795781043058018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzWBv0Cl-I/AAAAAAAAACU/xVVcIuozfGw/s1600-h/IMG_2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzWBv0Cl-I/AAAAAAAAACU/xVVcIuozfGw/s320/IMG_2241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236795792227997666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a few days behind on this (we actually went to the Grape Festival last weekend), but Lowery had a lot of fun and I wanted to get these pictures up.  The highlight of the festival for us this year is the fact that they did NOT have a game where you could win fish.  Most of you know that we have 4 pets at our house - Ringo, the dog, and 3 fish - Silly, Billy and Chilly (named by Lowery of course).  We got the three fish thanks to the Grape Festival last year - Lowery won that game where you try and throw ping pong balls into a fishbowl.  So at 10:00 pm last year we headed home with a fish - no bowl, no food, no clue.  Anyway, Silly was the first fish - and we ended up getting a small aquarium for him.  And of course he needed "friends" to keep him company, thus the addition of Billy and Chilly.  Chilly didn't fare too well at first and had an "extended trip to the fish doctor" and just came back home a couple of months ago (i.e. the fish died and it took us a while to get a replacement).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also good that the "dragon coaster" was a little nicer this year, meaning the carnival workers didn't have to push a pole back in place every time it went around.  We ended things up on the merry-go-round, which looked like it could lose several horses any minute.  But, in the end, no injuries due to unsafe fair rides.  Just some little girls who had a great time.  And, yes, Steve liked the dragon coaster, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-758026288738464698?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/758026288738464698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-goldfish-at-this-years-grape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/758026288738464698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/758026288738464698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-goldfish-at-this-years-grape.html' title='No Goldfish at this year&apos;s Grape Festival'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKzW-GQpzEI/AAAAAAAAACc/4J7hHPGKA3g/s72-c/IMG_2254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-2858681692329121134</id><published>2008-08-20T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:39:54.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwemygVB3I/AAAAAAAAABU/s5QBdj8m064/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwemygVB3I/AAAAAAAAABU/s5QBdj8m064/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594118466275186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwenFw-SuI/AAAAAAAAABc/uKOFGqTeuo4/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwenFw-SuI/AAAAAAAAABc/uKOFGqTeuo4/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594123636361954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwenc6l7LI/AAAAAAAAABk/CbXSG4B0TOY/s1600-h/IMG_2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwenc6l7LI/AAAAAAAAABk/CbXSG4B0TOY/s320/IMG_2270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594129850723506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwen41_AgI/AAAAAAAAABs/iqN8gcWyKog/s1600-h/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwen41_AgI/AAAAAAAAABs/iqN8gcWyKog/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594137347588610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKweoJtxUpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zn4cx0k2mJc/s1600-h/IMG_2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKweoJtxUpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zn4cx0k2mJc/s320/IMG_2275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594141876540050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a successful first day!  To quote Lowery, "It was great!"  She made new friends, got settled into her room with her teacher Mrs. Russell, went to the library for a story and met her Spanish teacher.  She seemed most excited about playing outside and eating lunch in the cafeterias (note she said nothing about learning anything).  She did great when we dropped her off and she was happy when we picked her up.  Other than a little craziness in the parking lot at pick-up time, everything went smoothly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fared pretty well - my sweet husband took the day off so I wouldn't be too upset.  I knew Lowery was ready for this so that made it easier on me.  Steve and I got to have a nice lunch at PF Changs and spent the day car shopping (we do have a new ride, The Silver Bullet - details to come later).  Before I knew it, 3:00 had arrived so it went by pretty fast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very excited for her and we are so blessed that she has this opportunity to attend such a great school with good friends.  Her new friend in class, Logan, met her at the hallway this morning and they held hands all the way to class.  Fun times!!  Thank you Lord for a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-2858681692329121134?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2858681692329121134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2858681692329121134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/2858681692329121134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/SKwemygVB3I/AAAAAAAAABU/s5QBdj8m064/s72-c/IMG_2277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-8847191052811542676</id><published>2008-08-18T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:01:01.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School Eve</title><content type='html'>We are set with school supplies, stuffed backpack (which Lowery fell over when she tried to carry on her back) and are ready for tomorrow morning!  We are so excited.  Lowery is starting a 3-day, 4-year old kindergarten program at Shiloh Christian.  Who know 4 year olds needed so much stuff??  Her teacher is Mrs. Russell and we are looking forward to a great year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will I do without Lowery three days a week?  I'm not sure I will be able to hold back the tears tomorrow!   But I will fill my time with volunteering for her school, bible studies at Church and times with friends.  Maybe I'll actually get to see a Chick Flick every once in a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to Janey, Ashley, Erin and Angela - all of us FBCS girls with little ones starting at Shiloh tomorrow.  I will post details about how it goes tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-8847191052811542676?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8847191052811542676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school-eve.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8847191052811542676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/8847191052811542676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school-eve.html' title='First Day of School Eve'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; Lowery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05361735061807634269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZCPsvxurqo/S6I0k7YgFJI/AAAAAAAAATA/N0RhD627UMU/S220/IMG_1805_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101296365664023328.post-1123106889625158624</id><published>2008-08-18T16:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:56:40.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are live!</title><content type='html'>Well, Lowery and I finally got tired of waiting for Mr. DeVore to help us create a blog, so I decided to go solo (or "duet" if you count Lowery).   We love Daddy and don't want to leave him out, but us girls keep up with the gossip anyway.  So here you will find out what is going on with us - the girls and the whole family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please post and say hello and look for more to come from DeVore Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101296365664023328-1123106889625158624?l=2devoregirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1123106889625158624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1123106889625158624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101296365664023328/posts/default/1123106889625158624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2devoregirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-live.html' title='We are live!'/><author><name>April, Steve &amp;amp; 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